So, as you may remember from yesterday, Floss and I fed the Shetland pony herd our carrots when doing our daily check. The whole herd had decided they were going to live forever on their miserable little homemade “island” but, as we were leaving they thought they would follow us through a muddy path and then the open gate into another field which had been available all the time. I don’t understand why every pony had a thing about the mud. They know about it and they used to go into the other field frequently. But suddenly they had told themselves they couldn’t move and they were stuck, possibly forever.
Who knows what goes through the minds of these ponies. It wasn’t exactly rocket science.
My suspicion is that Vitamin, who has always been suspicious of mud ever since Tiddles fell in the sink-hole, refused to move the herd into the other field. She is their leader. Just not a very good one.
But once they saw us walking through, they all happily followed and then went bouncing off into the distance.
(Her Maj was also on hand to “help” any tail-end Charlie’s)
Everyone was obviously very relieved they weren’t going to spend the rest of their lives on their homemade island.
There was lots of jumping over the ditches.
And then the playing began.
It was lovely to watch particularly when I remember how they originally were.
It was pretty obvious that Storm was in a particularly good mood.
It does my heart good to see them play and be happy.