We're a little late on posting, but we were distracted by all of the goings on here at the farm. On April 22nd, we kicked off Earth Day town wide cleanup by taking Heather and Mandy with us to help clean Children's Woods with several VPF volunteers, Jaffrey Conservation Commission. The weather was cloudy, on the cool side, but at least it didn't rain, and we had a pretty good turnout. 

Of course, us being us (and this is me pointing the finger directly at Emily), we also had to stop a couple times and consult the map to see where we were. Don't listen to her, Heather. You'll take the "scenic route". 

FYI - we wound up going over the top of a mountain (okay, fine, steep hill), and all I could think of was the route for #GettingGaffer. Fortunately, the Ponies have better gas mileage than the truck. 

By the time we got to the top of the mountain (hill), we decided we could show everyone just how awesome and relaxed these ponies could be. Laden down with the plastic trash bags (tied to surcingles over thick blankets to make sure we kept our Pony helpers comfy), we walked down the sidewalks through downtown back to the parking lot and the trail head where we left. Not one spook. Not one misstep. Several attempted snack stops (by the Ponies, we swear). We even had an Abbey Road moment with the crew as we obeyed traffic laws and used the crosswalk. 

All in all, we're calling this one a rousing success! Next year, hopefully we'll be able to get a bigger crowd, and, dare we say it...include more ponies! This is what we're about! Conservation and preservation of the world around us, not just ​one aspect of it. 

AH! GUESS WHAT? We're going to be on TV! New Hampshire Chronicle came to do a shoot for Villi Poni Farm!

For those of you who are out of state, Chronicle is a local nightly news magazine program about the people and places that make New Hampshire special. They highlight attractions, news stories, restaurants, stores and towns and what makes them stand out. 

Being the only Newfoundland Pony Sanctuary in the United States? Oh, yeah. We're special. They came to the farm and filmed "enough to make three movies", according to George, our president. They came on the Monday of spring vacation, so all of our volunteers were out, it was beautiful weather and the ponies were fantastic (as always). Keep an eye out for us in the coming weeks! They came out April 24th, and they said it usually takes two weeks before a story airs.

Keep your fingers crossed that this helps highlight the ponies and all the awesome work they allow us to do!

Shhh....keep this a secret. 

Well, sort of. Fortunately, the person who we're trying to surprise isn't on the internet, and hopefully won't have anyone ruin the surprise. 

On Friday, April 12th, Villi Poni volunteers Luana, and I (Amanda), along with Villi Poni's director Emily, went with adopter Mary to Mendon, NY to pick up "Gaffer", a registered Newfoundland Pony gelding whose previous owner was downsizing her farm. The owner, located in Michigan, reached out to Villi Poni to help find Gaffer a new home. 

Mary Dawson, a displaced native of Newfoundland herself, heard about Gaffer (whose registered name is Deerfield's Gaff Topsail) and fell in love at just the pictures. Gaffer is going to surprise Mary's father, who grew up with the Ponies on the Island before they were carted off by the truckload, when next he visits. They still make the trip to Newfoundland every couple of years for vacation, but moving back is unlikely, thanks to the current economic recession. This is Mary's way of having a bit of her old home with her new, for both her and her father, who still tells stories of the ponies from his childhood. 

So at 8 o'clock Friday morning, the four of us piled into the Silverado with trailer in tow and headed off to Mendon, which according to the GPS was only six and a half hours away. At most, we expected it to take 14 hours - factoring in food, gas and rest stops, and the fact that we would be towing a trailer. 

We. Were. Wrong. 

We took the Gilligan's Island 3 Hour Tour route to Mendon, which involved the very, very scenic route through western Mass on route 2A. It was lovely. Mountain views as far as the eye could see. A rushing river beside the road. Cloudless blue sky that looked so close, you thought you could reach out and touch it. 

Hairpin turns that took complete 180 degree switchbacks on 45 degree declines down. 

Fortunately, we didn't have anyone in the trailer at that point, but it was unanimously agreed - we were taking the highway back. We made it just across the New York border before having to fill up the tank, even though we started full at the beginning of the journey. As amazing as the tow capacity is for a Silverado 2500HD, less amazing is the gas mileage. On the flat, it gets a whopping 12 miles to gallon. On those roads? InstaEconomy says 4mpg. 

I'm also never letting Emily live down the fact that she took us in the wrong direction no less than four times in the course of this road trip. In any future trips, we're using my GPS. 

But, a journey shared is always fun, especially when you travel with the Villi Poni ladies. We had smoked salmon, cream cheese and capers on Triscuits (courtesy of our Newfoundland native Mary), a box of Dunkin Donuts coffee, fresh baked muffins, fresh strawberries the size of melons, and of course, chocolate. 

On our way, we stopped at a rest stop and Zoltar the magnificent was there, so we decided to seek his counsel. We didn't like his answer, so we penciled in our own. 

Still counts. 

We got to Mendon, to a beautiful farm, Hillrose Morgans, who'd been nice enough to pick up Gaffer at his last way point and get him closer to us than Michigan. We got to learn about her wonderful foundation Morgans who were so sweet and friendly, and the foundation breeding that she was doing with them, working with the old lines that Justin Morgan's Figure (or, Little Bub if you read Marguerite Henry's Justin Morgan Had a Horse) to keep the working lines instead of the show Morgans. But, with a loooong road ahead of us, we only got to stay for half an hour before loading Gaffer on the trailer to be off again. 

Who's up for a little math? Going out, we took from 8AM until 4PM - eight hours (give or take 30 minutes at the end there). Want to guess what time we got home at night, traveling on the highway instead of the super scenic route with four wrong turns?

We pulled into Gaffer's driveway at 2AM. Ten hours. We have no idea what happened. Did we find the opposite of a wormhole? Did we somehow defy physics? Who knows. But this made it all worth it:

Mary's husband and even her kids stayed up so they could greet Gaffer in his new home. For being on three trailers over the span of a week and going half the length of the country, Gaffer stepped off that trailer as if he'd been here his whole life. 

Gaffer is now settled in at his new home with his new buddies, and we're all anxiously awaiting the surprise when Mary's father comes home and sees a part of his old home here at daughter's home. 

And, even though the rest of us got home later than Gaffer (Emily didn't get into her driveway until almost 4AM), wrong turns and 'scenic routes' and all, we would all pile pack into the truck to go and get another pony in need of a place to call home. It was a group effort too, and we are very thankful for those that go Gaffer as close to us as they could (at the rate we were going, we probably would've wound up somewhere in Bermuda two weeks later instead of Michigan). Thank you to Cheryl Yelle of Hillrose Morgans for giving Gaffer a soft place to land until we could come and pick him up!