“We’re thin now.  Please can we come home?”

Yes. we found the fatties all congregating by one gate pretending they were there for a drink of water.  Yer right.

I have my knitted fence (Patent Pending) already situate and working well in the loch.  This was initially created to stop Iacs from going down on his knees and crawling out.  I know he was considering this during his stay at Fat Fighters this Spring.

Floss was busy reconstructing a gate that had been “tampered” with so small wide ponies could not go a-wandering.

Obviously there were offers of help.

And obviously, they were appreciated!

“You’re doing that wrong!”

While Floss was busy, I pottered about putting other fences right and took a few jolly little snaps.

Mother and daughter.  So beautiful.

Our darling little fairy pony, Fivla.

She always remembers and adores Flossie, her owner.

The many faces of wicked!

   

Our venerable old lady.

Here is the yummy yummy Fat Fighters Field in Autumn.  It has some pretty heather and a smidgen of grass if little fat ponies really look for it.  Ideal.

This is the last photo I took.  That gate doesn’t stand a chance but we tried and tomorrow we will return with better ammunition, sorry fence construction materials!