This is Shadow, a pony around 11 or 12 hands. He's 12 years old. He was an Amish pony that only knew how to drive when we bought him. He had never been broke, but he learned everything very quickly. He taught me to ride bareback and he was the first pony/horse that I ever fell off of. He is a great little guy, but sadly I've outgrown him. I think that if my aunt decides to reduce our herd size in the spring, he is going to be one of the ones that goes, but that's not a for-sure thing. Anyways, here he is; he is thought to be a Welsh-cross. He has got to be the least photogenic thing EVER.
I think that he happens to have some of the cutest little ears ever.
This summer I cut his mane off, so now he's got a little mohawk that's just starting to lay down.