Begging for lame pun: Ponies for Nay-bors

Ah, the low intelligence-level humor that is the pun...heh... heh.... nay-bors.... Sorry. But I do think it's pretty sweet that I live a block away from a miniature pony farm... I mean, how many people can claim that? A perk of West Texas living. Downside: it explains the smell on windy mornings. In these little guys' defense, they were relatively odorless, but luckily cute photographs make it easy to forget olfactory associations anyways.

I should note that isn't a warning sign (BEWARE OF PONY) haha. It actually says "Welcome to pet the horses: Do not enter" (which I didn't, tempting as it was). His nose is exaggerated juuust enough because of my wide-angle lens.

I included this one because it reminds of going to petting zoos when I was little. One huge, wet nose shoved into my face. I made sure his eyes were nice and sharp and his nose was out of focus.

Sweet and mellow.