Left to die
My little pony has been through a right mare
Every morning, it’s the same drama in my house. Breakfast, get washed, teeth and hair brushed.
My kids Abigail, 7, and Kyle, 5, help the best they can.
Even my husband Steven, 36, mucks in, too.
You could say it’s like a petting zoo.
Well, with two sheep, three goats, six pigs and horses, 13 guinea pigs and dozens of rabbits, it is!
I’d grown up around animals, especially horses. My mum Gail, now 62, had always loved riding them.
So I was determined to let my kids have the same great experience.
Abigail was 2 months old when she was sat on a horse. Her first word was ‘sit’! And she looked so cute in the saddle.
Like Kyle, she grew up fearless of animals.
It seemed right to set up our own little farm in 2015. Whenever an animal in our local community needed help or rescuing, we’d be called. Word about our home farm spread like wildfire! Soon we were packed to the rafters with animals of all shapes and sizes. ‘Surely not another one,’ hubby Steven would sigh, whenever I got a call. It was usually someone from a local charity, saying a rescue animal
She’s finally learnt to be a happy, brave horse