I have fairies at the bottom of my garden.
Well, that actually might be a typo. I have furries at the bottom of my garden!
Today I moved everyone.
Old Men into the hill park (field – we call them parks).
Yes, we do!
And Shetlands into the Old Men’s field, that is already eaten down but much bigger with more shelter.
The ponies were thrilled.
Masses of galloping around, which I missed to film, but, believe me, they did move.
Until they discovered the grass factor was possibly less!
But, as Daisy keeps texting me, they are fat, they don’t need lots of grass.
Repeat after me “they are fat, they do not need lots of grass”. So they have shelter and pickings while I try not to feel guilty. I never saw the Old Men again!
Roly-Poly Furry Fairies in the Garden running about. This I would love to see. The Old Gents seemed to have hightailed it away from the galumping in their old field, smart move.
They wil,l hopefully, lose all their summer fat so you’ll have a less anxious time come the spring. Definitely don’t feel guilty!
That is the aim!
They all look drenched today. Glad you find them shelter when and where you can.