Ag. The lungs might be gurgling. The work might be sucking. The world might be going down the pisser.
But there are two new bouncy fillies in the world, and they make me laugh out loud.
My dad and step-mum breed Welsh Ponies. Both of these baby beauties are only a week old and are the first of the season. The one in the foreground is quiet and a bit shy and is still a bit nervous to be out in the world…. but the one at the back is a little fire cracker. She’s the daughter of that fat creamy saucepot, my most bestest pony Twinkle, who appears to be placidly munching grass right there. Twinkle’s tiny babe is inquisitive and cheeky and pert and loves nothing better than galloping full speed around her paddock, snorting and kicking her teeny hooves in the air and whinnying in her squeaky little horse voice. And she has so many whiskers, she looks like she’s got a little beard, poor darling.
I think we’re going to be friends.
Welcome to the world, gorgeous girls.