Horse Whispering

Nico and I stopped on our way back from Bowhill this afternoon so she could meet the ponies that are living in the field at the top of the hill. They have been there for a month or two now, and come to the gate to greet us, though they are still a little wary. It was the first time Nico had come close to a horse, so she was wary too, but she plucked up the courage to hold out a handful of grass and the foal was brave enough to take it. What ever Mum was saying, it worked.