Three Wheels Good

Friends with children arrive. They bring their own tricycle. Sabina eyes it off with envy. "I want to have a turn. Sabina's turn!". Of course. Luckily we're able to quickly pull out Sabina's pink bicycle with training wheels. Jayden, unpurturbed by the colour, jumps on and zooms down the driveway. Sabina get's into motion after him. Add little Isaac into the equation, and you've got more traffic than in Paris.

Later in the afternoon we go to see Tornado. Sabina declares that she just wants to keep riding the tricycle. We leave her to it. In a flash the trike is forgotten and she's opening the gate. She'll lead Tornado around. Jayden is keen to have a ride. "No no no! It's Sabina's turn". Sheesh. She gets a ride, and jumps off reluctantly, not really sure whether Jayden deserves a turn. Jayden has a turn, not really sure whether Sabina deserves a turn. Sabina's turn. Jayden's turn. Sabina's turn. Jayden's turn. "Last ride", I declare. Sabina jumps up behind Jayden and they laugh and giggle aboard the pony.

Rolling Bales of Hay

It's time to put the hay out for the next week. I climb on top of the hay stack - the bale lands with a thud. "Mama, wait! I wanna do that, I wanna do that!" Sabina climbs up the five storeys of hay bales. I place a bale for her on the edge, she pushes it off ... "thud!". Childhood laughter rings out. "Again!". We roll another one, then another, then another, then one more ... eight in total. Feeding out ... child's play.

Cake

I bake a cake. It's not very good. They eat it in a day.

The Taxi

We go into town to pick up some horse food. It's not often we go into town, but it's not that rare either. When our shopping is done we pull into the carpark, next to the police car. "Oh, look mama, a taxi!".

Loose Pony II

It's dark when we drive up to the gate. It's closed as normal. No pony. We breathe a sigh of relief and drive in. We stop at the shed to feed the horses. Oh, and what's that little white and black hairy creature doing amongst the horses? "Tornado! Back to your paddock you go!"

Loose Pony

It's dark when I drive up to the gate. It's closed as normal, but something doesn't look right. What's that white and black hairy creature doing behind it? "Oh, Tornado, you're a naughty pony". He rushes off towards the house as though he understands. I drive in and close the gate behind me in a rush. Tornado trots back to the house and gives me a happy snort when I put him back in his paddock.