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From left to right: our Faime filly Peaches And Cream , our Georgian Grande filly Ivory Coast
and last but not least or Gypsy Vanner filly Charlie Chaplin .
This has been sitting in my files for a while now. I was planning on shading it too, but I really like it this way.
It's just so serene without the shading, so I decided to keep it this way. My three little girls, they're so precious <3
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''They're growing up so fast.'' Lexi hung on the fence, tired from cleaning up a row of boxes just a few minutes earlier. She saw Juliet nod in the corner of her eye - both of them having their eyes locked on the three youngsters prancing through the big meadow.
It was only seven months ago that little Ivory first saw the light of day. Lexi still knew it as the day of yesterday, the shock that went through her of finding the small, white bundle in the big mare's stall. They had never expected the filly to be born so early, but luckily everything had went well. They had expected her to be weak for being a bit premature, but a part from looking a bit fragile the filly did fine. Even the vet was surprised to see such a healthy young thing after an early birth.
And look at them now. Lexi smiled, little Ivory dancing through the meadow with her head fierce in the air. Even though Charlie and Peaches were both older than the champagne filly, she kept up with them without trouble. Charlie had tipped the line of a year old only a week ago, almost at the same time as Peaches.
''Before we know it they are entering the training too,'' Lexi smiled, looking sideways to Juliet, who was circling a lock of her red hair around one of her fingers. ''As if you'd mind that,'' Juliet grinned, locking eyes with Lexi. And she was right. Lexi loved starting to work with the younger horses and even though she loved them when they were small, she really liked starting their training. The one easier than the other - but they are all a bunch of fun. Teaching them new things, trying to create an understanding between their mind and her own. It was a privilege to work with so many young horses, and she was thankful for it every day.
Juliet pushed herself away from the fence, her curls dancing after her, a sigh escaping her red colored lips. ''We better get going - you're little lesson group comes in in about 'n hour and I would rather not finish up cleaning the stable block by myself,'' Juliet grinned.
Pose References from Clive 79 , 2014 Welsh and black paint filly 1