why the long face...?

The ponies spent the day playing out in the field today and after a mad lap or two, settled down to eat. Mmm grass.

So, my day consisted of house-work, reading Mr Men books, A cancelled playdate this afternoon and lots of poopy nappies. Nice.

Off to the farm to get the ponies in, very much unassisted by the troublesome twosome noddy and boots thefarmerswife's goats. (I'm not sure how to link, sorry). So, into the field the goats went, not quite realising the big mistake they'd just made. Enter Harvey (on the left). Now Harvey is a curious fella who thought it'd be fun to sniff or lick the goats. So off they run round the field. One goat, followed by another, followed by an ex-racehorse, a big stomping Irish draft, then an even bigger Cleveland bay. As you can imagine the goats soon found the closest exit and took themselves off to their own field. I'll apologise now for not getting a picture. I was poised ready to leap the gate and rescue the goats from a Harvey licking. (he really is that daft)

Anywho. This is three grumpy ponies sulking about the goats getting away...