The Shetland ponies know the best way to my heart and the contents of my pocketses is to stick their hopeful noseys through the gate and smile.  We were waiting for the rest of the herd to arrive before I threw all my celery bits out for them.

Even Vitamoobag (on the right), though she did bite me when I didn’t open the gate.

I was not happy and ouch, it hurt which is proof Vitamin still has teeth that function well, thank you very much.

Waffle, of course, would never bite, which is not strictly true – he ate the zip on my coat and broke it on day 1 of its ownership.  It was never the same again.

And this sweetest little brown nose belongs to Newt who was standing on his tippy-hooves to reach.

But reach he did. Being small has its advantages.  He would’ve climbed through if he could.

Vitamin, now sulking because I had told her off about the bite, gave way to Waffle and Newt who quickly took over trying to seduce me into opening the gate early just for them.

How could I resist?

Once everyone had arrived, they had their celery.

Breakfast buckets next and after I was confronted by Tiddles’ best smile.

Simply irresistable.