On Sunday the herd was allowed to graze the hay pastures. The news soon got out. Shame it was raining.
|Here they come . . .|
|"Hi Mom!" "Hi Dee - where's Red?"|
|"I may be a tiny, lame rescue pony, but I can keep up!"|
|"Whoa! Scary people behind the gate!"|
|"Don't be daft. They aren't going to hurt you."|
|"Okay. If you're sure . . ."|