Today was the Minions’ turn to have their winter coats brushed out.  It was a job that needed doing and I had been putting it off until Daisy and Floss came home.  It’s so much easier and quicker with the three of us.

Under all those ponies was a Daisy apparently.

Poor, poor Tiddles – he always looks a bit bouffant after a good brush.  We tried not to laugh and told him he was beautiful.  “Why, Miss Tiddles, you are beautiful!”

And Silver looked like a fairy-tale pony.  To think he was red/brown when he first arrived.

After brushing, we gave the ponies the last of the celery as reward for standing still and being good boys.

Flossie was in charge of distribution.

Celery is always popular.

And then it was time for us to poo-pick the track.  We took our buckets and gloves and were followed round by the ponies with much giggling, bucking and farting while skidding to a stop when they reached the fence.