While I will get to my adventure in getting my first of a few new tattoo’s, and yes I promise photos, first let me tell you the tale of the Mini-pony..

So there was a little party in my neck of the woods, we had all gathered for visiting, good eats and some new tattoo’s, and then in the gathering dark of the evening a truck pulled into the driveway that we did not know and to the door came a gentleman who asked if we were missing a horse, to which to be honest, both set’s of us did a “Ahhh” moment at the idea that somehow the happy feeding on a big old hay bale horse had slipped out under our noses, right up until he said.. its a little pony..

Neither of us have little ponies, but both of us knew which farm down the this road etc does have a Mini-horses, two mares along side their coming now yearling colts, but they are all bays and he said this little guy was grey? out behind their place in a big old field and he had been driving up and down the road looking to see if he could find who on the road owned him, he had in fact talked to the mini-pony owners and they sent him down our way.. So a phone call was made and messages left but still no one was sure at all, where or who owned this little mini..

So after he left, there was looks around the island counter and I swear without really thinking or even really talking about it, we all kinda in a nod- went, well can’t leave it out there, its getting dark and its unsafe and we wouldn’t want folks to leave our horses out, so off a truckload went with halters, lead ropes, grain bucket etc..

Well, little guy didn’t run away, he is clearly handled but was not about to get caught in the I will stay just! out of reach, so lets all give a big hand to the 15 year old football player who did a instant flying tackle and caught the pony in one fell swoop..  then a equal big hand goes to the 13 and 12 year olds that pushed, pulled, lead and ran with him the two miles back to the farm till we got him up  to the farm and locked into a pen with some fresh hay for him to nibble on.

Its the cutest little pinto, white mane and tail, four white socks, big white patch on the left shoulder and a little bay otherwise, and a quick peek showed it to be a little boy, don’t know if its stud or gelding, its the size of a big lab..

Now a hat off to the folks that drove up and down the local road to see if he could find the owners but what I found interesting was he said, he hoped it did ok out there as he was not going to catch it or put it up for the night.. so while it did try.. don’t you just smile at the difference between those that try and those that do!

While I can count off a goodly number of reason’s that I find myself being friends with Farmer T and her family, the fact that both of us were not going to leave a little lost pony out in the field for the night goes on that list!

God Bless those that do the right thing!