It was persisting with rain this morning and I couldn’t find anyone to give them their breakfast.  I fed who was already around.

Later I went back out to find Dahlia and Gussie behind a wall, so I gave them their food bowls along with the accompaniment of a starling, who was not feared of me at all.

The sheep inhaled their food and went off to do their own thing for the day.

Then I picked up their bowls, turned round to go back home only to find the Fivla and Vitamin had taken up residence in the wee shed and were not coming out or letting anyone else in.  The rain, by now, was tipping down and did not look like giving up either.

I secretly admired the ponies’ determination to occupy their space.  Kolka could’ve happily strode inside causing total chaos and misery for the little ones who would be made to leave.  Vitamin might hold her ground, but Fivla would squeal like a pig and exit the shed, tail swishing, in unjust indignation and fury.

Deciding to do as much as possible while I had my waterproof kit on (a survival suit, no less), I threw a huge bag of unwanted bolted celery plants over the fence for the other Shetland ponies who were looking dejected huddled in their container.

This was considered a lovely gift and they chomped their way through the lot, and hopefully felt fuller and happier afterwards.

It really has been horrible outside. I am currently on my third coat, the rest are currently drip-drying in the kitchen onto the floor.  Ugh.  Tomorrow is no better either. Our local show has just been cancelled.