Coming to you live from the barricades, it appears that the small but scrappy protesters are engaging in constructive dialog with representatives of the NYPD.
ARE YOU MY MOMMOI!?
[Cuddling and horse imprinting sounds]
Friends of the site, Pacific Pintos Miniature Horse Farm, nails it again with their adorable fresh crop of behbehs. Holy perfect mini proportions!!!
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it skate on an ice rink.
Perfect 10, Sarah S.!
Friend of the site Sharon M. reminds us of the tiniest Ho story out of a New Hampshire Mini Horse Farm.
3 Days old in this pic, Einstein the mini ho stands near a giggling St. Bernard.
Einstein’s scale is insanely obvy when standing next to a traditionally-sized ho.
Einstein weighed just six pounds and 14-inches tall at birf.
Here he is IN ACTION!
Pint-sized Pinto facts and photos via Fox News.
Grab your biscuits and clotted cream, ‘cause these tiny English ponies are about to GET ALL UP IN YOUR HIGH TEA
I love how they’re all about eating too much and stuff, Juliette E.
… and over here’s where they’ll be building my pink, two-story plastic house overlooking the lake, with a swimming pool and grotto closer to the bluffs, and maybe a gazebo as long as it doesn’t block the view too much. Then over to the left, there’ll be a basketball court that converts to a hockey rink in winter…
We sooooo want to live there, Laura G.
A horse owner in England got a two-for-one deal when her prize mare gave birth to a pair of fillies. Although the babies look alike, they might not be truly identical twins, says an expert. Nevertheless, the thirsty girls keep Mom twice as busy.
More photos, full story at Horse & Hound.
Emo Pony is destined to travel through the misty and cold fog of existence alone and cold.
Emo Pony is going to put on his tight, itchy wool sweater and contemplate the failure of humanity.
Emo Pony isn’t afraid to express himself with a forelock that covers 3/4 of his face at an angle.
Life is hard for Emo Pony.
If spring is your thing
There’s a land of weather
Softened by heather,
Where dreamy drizzle
Tickles the whimsical
Where Spring’s a lucky ring
Of gold whin in Wicklow
And dear shamrocks grow,
Down about Bantry Bay
Up around Lough Neagh
And over Hillsborough.
Spring’s always in full swing
And the sun doesn’t glare
At so much green where
Pure ribbons of gilting
Upon rivers lilting
Brighten grassy glens so fair.
What were we discussing?
Sweet brambly patch jams,
Evergreen pastures spread of lambs,
Wild violets, and salmon runs swift,
Fresh fields of clover adrift…
Is it spring flowing from my pen in hand?
Or, is it Ireland?
Happy spring, Chicks ‘n’ Peeps by Larissa M., A Bun in the Grass is by Andy P. The Foal and my Son in Spain – Distorted Proportions is by Batikart. Ham in clovers by Meagan!