Saturday morning

These are the usual suspects every saturday morning throughout winter. The horrices are lucky enough to live in fields on an estate with forests and mountains all around, but this lovely group of gentlemen disturb the peace on a regular basis. By the time the season finishes the ponies are just about use to it and the summer is long enough to forget about it until next time. I have to corral them for the safety of all whilst the shoot passes through, but the plus side is I have fairly bomb proof fuzzies.