Tuesday, 17 April 2012
No. 77: Feeling a little horse.
After driving around some nice countryside we came across a field full of horses. The smallest horse came over after being beckoned by handfuls of long grass. The girls loved the horse but when it came to getting the grass from their hand into the horses mouth they went all squeely and ran away with grass going everywhere. Once I showed them how it was done, and with them realising that the horse was not going to bite their hands off, they where both shovelling bundles of grass into its mouth.
'til tomorrow....
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