I was out by the barn a while ago, planting my flower boxes - only little old ladies have shutters and window boxes on their horse barns, I suspect. I heard the unmistakeable clatter of little horse feet on wood. We'd left the gate open to the riding ring so the horses could munch the grass and Yrsa had decided to walk up the wheelchair ramp. I couldn't decide whether to run for my camera or a lead rops so I could save her life. As I watched, she backed carefully back down. Man I love this pony!
Nancy
