Fairly serious author’s warning: if you have no interest in watching horses graze, I would look away now.
The really tragic thing is that I could watch them eat grass for hours. The riveting minuet of herd behaviour is endlessly interesting to me. But at the moment, there is just the sheer joy of seeing them with their heads down to the new growth, after months and months of snow and ice. It is beyond anything.
Autumn the Filly takes the opportunity to have a little roll:
Mr Stanley, sunbathing:
And generally inhaling the spring air:
There are some actual FLOWERS in my garden:
Stan has a nice rest whilst I tackle the ground elder:
Hill, from a different angle than usual, over the dry stone wall and through the trees: