After checking all things small and hairy and Shetland pony, spreading Sudocream on the relevant noseys, I took my empty plastic sacks and started the arduous task of pulling up ragwort.
I thought I was all by myself, until I turned around. I had been secretly followed by a small hairy hippo.
Newt had left everyone else behind (you can see them on the right of this picture) to follow his Mum and “help”.
While I attacked the odious weed, Newt supervised.
There is a particular patch of ragowrt in their huge field that needs to be dealt with.
Horses and small ponies will only eat ragwort if there is nothing else in their field to eat but I don’t’ want to take any chances. It has to go.
Ragwort poisoning leads to irreversible liver damage (cirrhosis). Cattle and sheep are also affected – they just get slaughtered before they have long enough to eat it enough to become affected. Eating it does not destroy the toxic plant in any way. A loathesome plant with no merits. I have waged my war on ragwort for many years.
Luckily, this field only has a small patch in one corner. The girls and I are in the fields most days pulling it up. OH takes our full sacks to the dump where it is burned, I hope.