"No!...No!....No! I`m not having it!.....You did it last time, and it was bloody awful! It tasted foul, and not only that, my mouth felt like it was full of gunge!...........So nob off!"
"Bloody horse! ...Come on? ....it wont hurt, and its good for you, it will kill all those awful worms!......Aww! sod off then! I`ll get ya next time!"
Its always the way, you get a wormer, and then the horse walks away, its like they know? How?
Anyway this is the backend of the foal, born last April, she is now something to behold. Here she has her winter coat still.
Half Apaloosa, and the rest is Irish Draft. her mother is now and eventer in training, and doing well.
But, "Sunny", is my next riding horse, and she is as laid back and gentle, as any horse could be.
This is her view of the countryside from the farm,
our place is somewhere in the woods to the left! The hill in the far distance, and slightly to the left of center, is a Roman Fort.
I often ride from the farm to the hill, and back, its a fantastic ride, and although there are several roads to cross, its worth the effort.