Big Dog!

Everyday for a week, we have had a visitor.  He's small, short legged, bright as a button and more importantly very hungry., and he has learnt very quickly just how to squeeze his stocky little frame through the hawthorn hedge from the over grazed pasture of the livery stables in order to fill his fat face with  the Ukranian Village pasture.

If his visits continue, I will have to say something as I have already had all of the bigger horses over for a whole day, where they churned up the grass and muddied the stream. Quite simply the horses need more haylage. When horses are stripping bark from the hedge trees, they are hungry

Yesterday Winnie met up with the visitor and her reaction proved to be interesting, as it was her very first up close meeting with a horse.

Snorting like a bull, she trotted up to the pony with a very worried expression on her face., she then St opped short around ten feet from it, then woofed half heartedly in a " what the fuck is this?" Kind of way!

She then looked at me

Then back at the horse

Then back at me

Then back at the horse, who then took a few assertive steps towards her.

Finally she gave me a long and incredibly worried look, then bolted for the gate like a baby hippo being chased by a crocodile

I could almost hear her muttering the words

" bigdogbigdogbigdogbigdogbigdogbigdog" 

As she thundered past!