Flint's Views from Fermanagh!

What are those?

Hello!

I am NOT going near those Llama eared looking beasties!

Well... I might

Hello

Sunset Showdown

I win!

Flint's Poem

Flint

Well, this is some journey: a real first for me

They're asking me to travel by blue Irish sea.

Not by air, or by my own steam.

I am to travel by ferry: a man-made thing.

They'll load me on a trailer and ask me to stand still

Then we'll set off and I will feel ill.

That's normal you see. Don't worry at all!

“Flint!”, they tell me, “You're sea-sick, that's all.”

I'll get time to recover, and my legs will adjust.

This equines' sea travel is simply a must.

Two-legs: she missed me and sent me a crow,

who told me a journey to Ireland I must go!

Travel log

What's going on?

Now, there's something wrong here! 

This is not where I was expecting to be: stuck in a strange stable block with some snooty mares! I was assured that I was on my way to see Two-legs, who would meet me with a long awaited bunch of grapes. Instead I have been put on rations. One hay net and a bucket of water a bunch a grapes does not make!

I've sent a crow off to find out what has went wrong with my travel arrangements...

The Carrot one is the best!

Flint!

Why did the boy stand behind the horse?
He thought he might get a kick out of it!

What is the difference between a horse and a duck?
One goes quick and the other goes quack!

How do you lead a horse to water?
With lots of carrots.(I'd prefer grapes!)

What disease do horses fear most?
Hay Fever! 

Pastures New

Flint

There I was minding my own business, munching on some soggy lunch, when out of the blue flew a crow, with some unexpected news.

It appears that ol' Two-legs has not abandoned me forever to fend for myself and protect myself from that awful two-legs with the ghastly pink muzzle. I am to move on to pastures new.

They've sold The Stable House and my Two-legs and her Whaa have taken themselves back to the Green Isle. The Grumpy one who pretends not to fear me (but he does!) is to commute between this place and that.

I had heard rumours that this move was on the cards over the last year, but I thought that it was just talk. Sure isn't this a fine country. All the grass in the world you could eat and fresh running water only a few paces away. Fair enough, there is a bit too much running water running downwards over my head, tho' the skies are clearer today. And yes. It is a cold old place in the winter, which is why I need to invest so much of my time packing it (grass) in when I can. (I HATE that blasted muzzle!)

Poor Taffy is in his prison again. He's a bit too efficient at packing it in and his hooves are paying the price for eating too much rich grass. His Two-legs barricades him in everyday and says it is for his own good, but it's not doing my ears any good listening to him whinnying on about the smell of fresh green grass dementing him!