At 18:10 this evening, the ponies were grazing contentedly in the pasture northwest of Brock's Hill, near ///quitter.power.golf. They were enjoying the fresh grass growing among the bracken in the warm sunshine. All three were very affectionate, coming over one by one to enjoy long neck, shoulder, and back rubs, offering gentle cuddles and nuzzles in return. When not being fussed over, they continued grazing, with the bracken helping to keep the flies off their faces. All three ponies looked happy, relaxed, and in excellent condition.
By 18:55, they had wandered out to the area by the main path, just along from the main entrance, where they alternated between grazing and returning for more strokes and rubs. They especially enjoyed having the sides of their necks scratched—stretching out their necks or resting their heads on my shoulder to make sure I reached all their itchy spots. As the sun began to set and the temperature dropped, the ponies appeared more comfortable and the flies gradually disappeared.
They spent some time grazing near the corral, occasionally nibbling on gorse, before moving southeast into the centre of the pasture by 19:30. After one final round of strokes, I said my goodbyes and left them peacefully grazing.
The ponies were all good today.
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