I spent my day sorting fleece, having a lovely lunch and starting to transcribe a journal.  This means putting Aunt Kate’s diaries on the back-burner for a little while as this is a real job.

Then, to get some exercise, a change of scenery and some air, I put on my Marigolds (rubber gloves) and grabbed my trusty bucket to go round the track picking up poo.  Although it is not the best job in the world, I actually don’t mind it as I plug myself into a good audiobook and off I go happy in my own little world.

At the end of the track, I found all the Shetland ponies.

I had a quick chat with each one.

Newt was in a mood so I didn’t really bother with him and thought him rude as he walked off in a huff taking Silver with him.  I think they are all a bit peeved with me as it rained solidly last night and I didn’t give them any hay, just a huge bag of celery tops from Turriefield.  Ingrates.  They spent their night sulking in their containers because apparently I don’t care.

Also, I’ve taken on board what everyone has said about Family Duck and I think they are staying in their enclosure until either a) more even smaller ducklings appear needing this or b) they are big enough to be released to join the others without fear of being eaten by anyone.

Monster is not my greatest fear but he too does have a penchant for poultry.  Not a fan of fish, though.