Everyone is fed up.  I could tell.  The fields that had grass are now almost bare.  While that’s fine for younger and fatter Shetland ponies, it is not ok (apparently) for the others.

So, I rallied the troops and we went down to the field that is inside the Shetland pony summer track.  The grass here hasn’t been grazed for two years and it could do with being eaten down.

We pulled up all the plastic electric fence posts that I had previously carefully planted in two straight lines to join the track up at both ends.  And then we wound up all the electric fence wire as well because if anyone can trip over, walk through or ignore an electric fence, it is Kolka and Iacs.  They are my two worst (read stupid) culprits who instantly get tangled up and then just stand there saying nothing for hours.  It is all cleared now and put away carefully for possible use another time of year.

Then I called the horses, who had all been watching me from a distance. I could hear them hoping and I quickly caught Kolka, as she was the first to arrive at the gate.  I led her down and the two old men, Haakon and Iacs, in a meandering way, followed.  Once through, though, Iacs did a happy buck and Haakon trotted off.  Heads down and eat.

The two old ladies were brought down by Flossie as they couldn’t work out where everyone had gone.

Vitamin trotted happily off to find the grass.

And I’ve not seen hide nor hair of anyone again.  Lovely.  Oh yes, and the younger Shetland ponies are all now sulking hugely as they only have their grotty 25 acre field to find something to eat in.  One word – “Track”, guys.