I always liked this photo of Kit. It was taken soon after she arrived on the farm in January. The weather was so cold and her hot breath billowed out like smoke from a dragon's nostrils. She had a furry winter coat that made her look totally different than in summer and represented the Newfoundland pony part of her family tree. She's been sold now, to as good a home as I know of. But I still wonder how she's getting on and what she's doing. I dare not ask or go to visit, as I know if I saw her I'd want her back again.