Daisy and I have been discussing this for a while.
Sensing the time was nigh, we grabbed four headcollars, caught and loaded the four older Minions and took them over to the field where the ladies have newly moved in. Waist high grass needs eating down.
It was time for the Minions to live with Les Girls.
When we arrived, friends slowed down in their car to chat and I quickly volunteered them to help. It is always easier moving four ponies with more than two people.
The Minions were very pleased to see their new guests.
Waffle, the token “stallion” had been sorely missed, especially by Lyra who adores him.
She is still waiting for her man to grow up to be 17hh, like he promised. It is going to be a very long wait.
The girls and boys quickly reacquainted themselves with each other.
It does not take long for old friends to say hello.
A token gesture of running about and pretending to be a herd of wild ponies.
Like you do *** cough, Storm who do you think you are? Aww, bless him for trying. ****
Getting to know the new field.
And amongst all this, Delia, the old lady, ignored them all and concentrated on the important stuff – eating.
So, that’s the Minions now living with the girls for the rest of the winter.
Albie and Newt have had to stay behind in the boys field at Thordale. As long as we have One-Nut-Newt, he cannot run with the mares. I cannot take the risk.