Pics from the fair!

The first pic is my pretty Pearly-girl with a pretty mare they let her lead round and ride for a few ticks.  Can't you see the love shining out of her eyes? She's convinced she wants a pony. Nothing but a pony'll do for this billylid.

I keep telling her how much yakka horses are, how it'll take big bikkies to keep a horse in oats and apples. She doesn't want to hear it. Time will tell whether or not she can butter up her daddy enough to buy her one. ;)

The next pic here is of Jazzie proudly brushing a nice sweet-tempered horse. "I bwushing, Mama. I bwushing," he kept telling me. I thought he'd brush until the horse was bald! The poor thing was quite patient. Just noticed in this light Jazzie's hair looks like it's turning brown! Maybe it's just dark compared to the white pony.

  


 Finally, here is Opal, concentrating very very hard as she rides the same horse that Jazzie just brushed.  Poor horse had to put up with two of my anklebiters in the same day -- lots of ear-bashing too.  Jazzie and Opal both seemed to think the horse could hear and understand, and they carried on convos for quite a while.  'S all right -- I'd rather have my little ones think that they can talk to animals than ignore them or treat them badly.  I want them to grow up loving animals and being close to them.  It's the best way to be.








The only thing I'm afraid of is that one of their animals will end up carking it before they're emotionally old enough to handle it.  Don't know what I would do then.  It'd be a hard day sure enough.  But death is part of life.  Steve Irwin is proof of that.  I don't think Jazzie still really understands what happened there, but he just knows that Stevo isn't around anymore.  Well, I'll stall until they're a bit older, I think.  Until then, there will be ponies at the fair.