Oh for a carrot – revisited.

On our first visit to French settled harbor village of Akaroa way back in October- this frisky fellow raced down his hillside to meet us (see this post). I was carrot-less and ashamed.

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Wouldn’t it grate on you until you returned to Akaroa with a carrot? That’s just what we did on our last week in New Zealand. I ‘click clicked’ with my tongue and he came running, remembering me!

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Oh for the carrot in my pocket I made a happy pony at last. Look at that smile!

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