Posted on Juli 24th, 2014
The pony is searching the whole long day after the last foodable grass blades, to get something between the teeth. It is bitter cold and the floor is already partly covered with snow. But bravely is it amble around for the last bit of green.
Not even it can enjoy this stunning sunset, poor pony.
Good is there a barn behind me with fresh straw and hay…
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