A nice peaceful day, thank you very much but now it is “the calm before the storm” which arrives tomorrow and will last for three days.  Ugh.  I am not looking forward to this one bit.

And so I am trying to get everything organised for easy feeding but thinking about safety too.  The unused sheds, henhouses and container doors are shut up so the wind can’t catch anything.

While the Shetland ponies will remain in their shed, the big ones will stay outside.  In their field, there is plenty shelter from every angle (huge high walls) and loads of grass.  They know the drill and they know how to get through this.  I think they would be more upset if they were inside but we will still get out to their field to check them and give them a large bucket of food daily. If the horses are not coping, we can open the gate and they will run for home and I will find a place for them.   I just know they would prefer to be outside to make their own decisions in weather like this.

And the little ones?  Well, they can rot in their stalls in the shed oblivious of anything but eating hay and complaining about their incarceration.

The wind will be full on onto the big door, so we will have to go in and out via the back to muck out and sort everything out.

I might store the dried food in the back of the van too where it will be safe and small ponies cannot get it even if they escaped.  Getting to the feed container could be dangerous.

So, that’s the plan. It is work-in-progress as I think about the best way to tackle this for everyone.

The whole lot left their field, came up the hill to their feeding buckets to tell me they didn’t feel very well.  Their feet hurt.

So Floss and I spent the morning setting up the shed for the ponies.  Four – Storm, Silver, Waffle and Tiddles in one pen.

And Albie, Newt, Vitamin and Fivla in the other.

Then we left them to get on with their misery while thinking “it’s all your own fault” and drove to town to get the last round hay bale and some salt licks.

We dropped in on the sheep field and had fish and chips as our reward before we drove home again.

En route, a quick nip into the vets for some painkillers too.

And then home to find every water bucket had been tipped up and they were now standing in a sandy swamp.

Flossie and Skippy will be invaluable these next few days.  Poor lass, she came home for a rest!  Ooops.

I am not feeling particularly sorry for any of the ponies.  They brought this upon themselves, refusing to be caught and then getting split up over the flooded stream while spending days stuffing their fat faces.

As far as I am concerned, they can do their time and hopefully the stiffness will pass before it turns into full-blown laminitis.

Floss came home today.

We are all thrilled to see her.

Collecting Flossie from the airport was quite an ordeal.  There was torrential rain and fog resulting in some fairly hazardous driving conditions but we’re home safe and that’s all that matters.

After lunch, Flossie and I went for a walk. I had missed feeding the animals due to the airport run so I just wanted to see for myself that everyone was ok as the fields are heavily flooded.

And, yes, now I am glad the Shetland ponies broke through their fence to better pasture. I think they would’ve been utterly miserable living on their track like this.  But no one came up to the containers, despite the heavy rain.  I guess food makes everything better.

Like I said, everyone was pleased to see Floss.

(‘Bert’s “Happy Tail” – sheep wag their tails when they are truly happy, like dogs).

The Shetland ponies were divided into two groups.

With the flooded stream splitting them up.

Newt, Albie, Vitamoobag……

And Fivla were one side.

While Waffe, Storm, Silver and Tiddles were over the other side.

We threw them their share of carrots so they didn’t feel left out.

And now it’s stopped raining, it won’t take long for the burn to go down again.

And then we walked back up the hill with Monster, because he came too.

Today is an indoor day.  It’s vile outside, though warm – wind and rain.  The Shetland ponies swallowed down their breakfast, which I had to take to them as they refused to leave their newly-found field.  I served it on the grass.  No buckets. I only have two arms for lugging.  The old ladies got their’s in buckets, though because although we have few standards here, that is the one we have.  Anyway, they didn’t finish – probably because they were too stuffed from the grass.  As you may be able to tell from my tone, I still have not got over the blatent disregard for my authority or the electric fence.

So I went to town for supplies as Floss is coming home for a long week tomorrow.  It was grey and grim so I just went in, did messages, and left, not even lingering to take any photos – sorry.

But, to make up for this dearth of pics, here are some of Monster in various guises.

He loves my iPad.

When it wasn’t wet and windy and we were all outside.

Waiting patiently, trying to catch my eye.

Being shouted at as eye not caught.

Making his point – food now, please!

Having been severely told off for previous behaviour.  We try to keep meal-times on a strict timetable.

And Lambie is coming into the house more looking for carrots.

He only leaves when I threaten to hug him.  That’s the only way to get him out of the porch!

My legs ache.  According to my phone, I’ve walked over 11,500 steps.

I started first thing moving the Ancients closer to home as they had an appointment with the equine dentist.

My tried and trusted method was to lead Haakon.

And hope everyone else followed.

At one stage, I shouted at Iacs to focus and not have an independant thought!

Then it was the little ones turn.  Four were on the track and four were in the field.  I had no idea how they got there so I put the good four in the paddock where they could eat everyone’s breakfasts.  I managed to get the other four out of the field and they  re-joined their friends, who had eaten their breakfast.  “Serve you right”, I told them.

The dentist came, did some work on all the old equines. Vitamoobag (she was a cow!) and a quick travel around with a drill and wash out on everyone else.  A huge thank you to Stuart Lindsay, Equine Dentist.

So I put everyone back in their respective fields/track only to find all the Shetland ponies had managed to break into the field again.

All except for Waffle, (surprise!) who was a good boy, if panicking he wasn’t with his friends.

I tried to catch the friends but they wouldn’t be caught. Oh no, they ran around and around giggling, bucking and farting.  It was hopeless.  I am not one to give up but I had to give up, raging.

And I went and let Waffle in with them because I knew he would panic and do more damage to the fence.

Plan B now: I’m going to have to leave the ponies for a few days and pray the autumn flush is over.  Bloody ponies.  They will be moved Friday.