I was sent home yesterday from Turriefield (the veg co-operative scheme place where I volunteer) with a large sack of celery leaves/tops and stalks for the ponies. A perk of my “job”.

As the ponies actually bothered to come up the hill this morning, which is not their norm anymore, I gave them their lovely reward.  They are now out 24/7 as they refuse to go to bed when asked – I gave up after chasing them up and down the hill 5 times and ran out of steam. There is no hay ration either.

Anyway, they were all very happy and enthusiastically munching grateful, I think, for real food.

And the big ones were watching on.  I could see Iacs thinking “I could like celery”, but I know that he doesn’t from previous form.

Not like Newt who is a keen fan.

So, as there was masses, I threw Iacs his own pile of leaves.  He did eat most of them to be polite and almost made a “clean plate” but I doubt he will ask again tomorrow.  The others steered well clear.

When I went back later on to poo-pick the track, there was not a trace of any celery leaves anywhere.  They had finished today’s ration.  There is more for tomorrow.