Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Gentleman Guest

On my way out to Scout's barn to do PM chores, I stopped first at Saxony's barn to see how she is wearing her new trim. Saxony was preoccupied. Something was going on. Something in blue.


An elderly gentleman guest arrived at the barn several weeks ago for a 30-day stay. He is three feet tall and quite partial to his blanket.


The gentleman guest can bank a fast curve with real finesse.


He was feeling remarkably youthful today, able-bodied and agile despite the wintry footing. His desire was that everybody join him.


Some consented, after a fashion, to the gentleman guest's special edict: Must play.


The gentleman guest displayed uncommon skill in managing the terrain, braking and accelerating according to the path of his trajectory. Others prudently made way for him.


He startled all curious onlookers.


Running around like a madman in his tiny blue blanket, the gentleman guest was full of joy, he was full of self.


And who could blame him? Not me. I wanted to kidnap him, him and his teeny-tiny feet.

7 comments:

Kate said...

Very cute! Gotta love those ponies - and 30s not too old for one of them!

June said...

Oh he's adorable! You caught some great moments here. Is he ridden by a child?

QHHaflingerGal said...

Delightful creature and excellent writing!Thank you. I can see why so many people have these little guys. We had a shetland pony, a grand Dame, who ruled the farm and kept us in stitches - never a dull moment.

Sue M said...

Delightful! If the yard were a tad bigger . . .

Rising Rainbow said...

Very cute! and definitely an instigator!

Wolfie said...

Adorable!

Joann said...

Your photos and prose made me smile. Thanks for that