Pony power

Snow fell in the woods today, not soft and fluffy, more like tiny hard hail stones, cascading through the almost bare canopy, the sound is reminiscent of a hundred rain sticks. There's a sharp wind too. The forest continues its silent vigil, bracing itself for the winter to come; all the tradition natural portents suggesting it will be a harsh one.

With laudable dignity and resolve, Ponies, who through all the adverse weather thrown at them, continue to stalwartly hold their ground. Tirelessly they grazing on anything they can find; grasses, spiky gorse and even Holly bark become tasty treats to see them through the lean times.