Two whole days of blissful sunshine. Tomorrow is a gale and rain so I popped over to Sandness for some bebbie snogging.
Golly, they are delicious. I just want to pop them down my jersey and take them all home – they won’t return to Thordale until I know I don’t have to go south again in the near future. It is not fair to move them backwards and forwards every minute and we’ve broken the trailer ramp so, apart from squishing them into the car, which I am sure they would do perfectly happily, they are not going anywhere until the trailer is mended.
My latest time-wasting is to sit in their field and just take endless photos of them looking exceptionally cute and fluffy. I have a talent for this.
This is their new stable which is kept open in their field so they can pop in and out as they like. Jo can also check them more easily and rush over if things don’t add up when she does a head count.
There is a great deal of eating going on all the time. Ad lib hay as well as mare & foal mix, beet and chaff three times a day. Their digestive systems are getting back to normal, which is a good sign. I am still obsessed by their bowels (ever the nurse!)
A typical Thelwell pony photo.
So the fuzzies are doing well. Endless eating is good and we are doing are very best for them.
Rumour from the shit telephone is that we only rescued these ponies for the publicity and the money. I sincerely hope those spreading this crap have a rectal prolapse on a sandy beach. We did it to save their lives. End of. That is what we do, have done and will do again. It is never about the politics, it is about helping dying animals that have no voice.