Krummi the pony is one of nature’s nice guys and an occasional visitor to the pig farm where he gets on like a house on fire with Teddy and Merlin.
Krummi is an Icelandic pony, about twice the size of your average Shetland and about four times bigger than Merlin. He’s a good-looking lad too and, as he stands with Westray wind whipping through his mane, you can half-imagine an axe-wielding Norseman charging into battle on him.
But poor old Krummi has, up to now, had a terrible problem. . . at least, it’s a problem if you visit a pig farm. He was scared of pigs.
Now, those who spend rather more time with horses than is good for them tell me this is some sort of primeval fear by a flight animal (the horse) for a predator (the pig – yeah, really). I wish someone would point this out to Merlin.
Anyhoo. . . Krummi would stop dead and refuse to go any further whenever he was about to pass the pigs which made living arrangements something of a headache when he came to stay.
So I was expecting problems when he arrived for his latest short stay as Ted and Merlin were in a paddock next to the eight five-month-old porkers.