I write this feeling very upset.
Yesterday, Floss and I discovered someone had thrown garden rubbish – grass mowings and old daffodils – over the gate into the Minions’ field.
Words fail. This is potentially lethal and I worried all night about how much my horses and ponies had possibly eaten and whether they would colic and die. Grass-cuttings are poison to horses – they ferment in their hind-gut leading to laminitis, colic or worst, death. It happens. A kind neighbour kept me informed and this morning, they were all still here.
And, as my lot are professional beggars claiming starvation and lack of feed, I can see why anyone would believe them. Fat little liars.
So we rushed home and asked OH to create two signs to put on the gate as soon as possible.
And yes, everyone looked a tad defeated from their begging – think Oliver and the Artful Dodger.
But it is essential no one feeds them, let alone their garden waste.
The Minions (and others) are all cosummate scroungers, hanging around to blag anything they can off passing strangers.
And now I have been told folk are letting their children go into their field to play with the ponies. Jeesus-Christ-on-a-bike. Why would you? This is too much. Another sign is being created to go on the gate. And Sóley was a pig to work with today so this is all affecting them.
Edited to add: Because they are rescue ponies, some who have stared starvation in the face and near-death early on in their lives, they will eat anything just in case there is nothing in the future. Dammit.