Last night was Tiddles’ first night outside for many, many months. As it was warm and calm, I thought I would change all the routines. The old ladies were outside too. Less work, I stupidly thought.
And this morning, everyone was still alive, which was a plus but the work remained the same as no was very cooperative.
Once done, I drove over to plant seeds at Turriefield. Here are some I prepared earlier!
Later this afternoon, I went down with my poo-picking bucket to clean up the track and then told the Shetland ponies to “GO TO BED!”
They didn’t believe me.
And galloped up and down the hills with me following like a Dalek who doesn’t do stairs. I was very slow.
I walk with a stick now because the mud is so slippery up the side of the hills.
Four times, yes four, they ran back giggling, bucking and farting with absolutely not intention of going to bed until OH arrived and manned the top gate, while I stayed at the bottom of the last hill threatening with my walking stick all manner of awful things. Apparently OH had decided to help when he could hear my cursing from the house!
Anyway, the ponies are all in their grotty paddock for the night. Newt is cripplingly lame (possible a strain or something – I am not that interested) and I have taken to the bottle telling myself it is five o’clock somewhere!
God, I hate Shetland ponies. Evil little beings.
Youve reminded me of Thellwell’s Shetland pony cartoons. Fancy thinking such ‘delightful’ ponies could be trusted with a wee child !!!!! Enjoy the bottle, it was probably 5 here.
Now, now, we all know you do care really. Hope Newt gets over his lameness – and you too, of course.
We know you love them anyway!
I ,especially, like and commiserate with you & your Shetland yodeling system of alerting all in hearing distance that some four legged members of the neighborhood have decided to choose a different lifestyle. It is amazing that 4,000+ miles away, we often use a similar system in communicating with our own four legged family members. ;-}