Ponies, Cobs and Donkeys (The Pony Club)

It was cold and dark. Lucy could smell damp fallen leaves. The wind whipped at her light gown and she felt dizzy as the stars whirled brightly above her in the night.

Clip. Clop.
Oh what a to-do!
The ponies have escaped!
And where on earth were you?

As you may know I haven’t been around on RB half as much as I’d like just lately and for that I am sorry as I feel I’ve missed some fantastic work so I hope to catch up as soon as p…

Far, far away
where the skies are
magical misted grey
in a lonely place
where the wind
whistles it’s own sweet tune

(2009.SEP.17) —

Three months ago tomorrow, Spring was rescued from certain death on the open range.

Today, for the first time, BLM agents came to inspect Spring’s environment, and to mark…

Have just found out I have another “Top Ten” with my picture of a Miniature Shetland Foal. This was entered into the Pets Are Us Group for the Foals or Baby Ponies Challenge. Many thanks …

Spring had survived a vicious mountain lion attack, and would undoubtedly have perished …had we not come to the place we did, at exactly the time that we did.

If we ponies could talk, we’d tell you some things,
No saddles, no headgear, no snaffle bit rings.