Round Two of a little known game “Who Gets the Bucket First”.

Fivla put on a sudden and unexpected burst of speed and claimed her breakfast.  No one, and I mean no one, gets in the way of this little Shetland mare and her brekkie!  If she had elbows, she would’ve used them.

I love the light this time of year.

Summer is leaving us (or possibly has already left) and everyone is making the most of any sunshine that appears, however infrequent.  The wind is still northerly and still very bitter.  Nowadays it is feeling more like winter.

Lambie is busy dithering about food.  He has always had a strange relationship with anything edible. There are rules – food cannot be eaten directly off the floor (except for grass).  If food gets dropped onto the floor, forget it or hide it and produce it at a later date when he’s forgotten this occurred!

Lambie has to have an armed guard (me) or eat in his private dining room (read stable).  He hates being hassled.  He also has to be told that he likes new food because he always asks if he would like it while he sniffs suspiciously at it.

Today’s new experience in cuisine was soaked sugar beet which I serve up for Edna’s second breakfast and something that Bert, Ster and Maggie have also rather taken to.  Bert cleans the bucket. The others get a small bowl.

Apparently, after much thinking (I use that term in its loosest sense), Lambie decided he loves it too so now he’s on 2nd breakfasts as well.

*** sigh ***

Track life, so far, is going well.  No break-outs yet.  What happened this time last year is my constant dread.

I spend my days looking out of the windows counting ponies on the track just to check they are still there.