Polly got a bit of a pass on Saturday as far as manners goes. Her brain and body were both a little overwhelmed by a five-hour trailer trip to a place significantly busier than her pasture. We walked, we looked, there was grazing and an occasional snort.

She met the Gypsy pony very politely.

Fetti.. had some opinions about this stranger in her stall. Unfortunately, it’s the bigger of the two, and it felt more fair to give the pasture pony more space – at least initially. Fetti disagreed. I brought home another horse? Without asking her first?!

Sigh.

I turned them out together the next day. Fetti maintained her opinions.

Polly has a tiny nose compared to the older and draftier ponies.

My boyfriend did get some good comparative photos though.

But Fetti was mostly just “please go away. Mom can I get out now?”

I see we have some work to do before ponying begins.