I’m feeling very slightly smug.

After breakfast (their’s, not mine), I put a headcollar on Albie, taking him away from his haynet-in-a-box over to the containers where Fivla was resting.

I asked Albie to walk into the container and he just walked straight in.   No reluctance, no refusal.

I was very happy with him and dished out carrots to say well done and thank you.  This was good.  No, it was great.  A huge Albie hurdle overcome.

And then there was the lingering capybara who had followed along possibly for the chance of a carrot.

Later on, in the morning, I noticed there were not many Shetland ponies around – just two cousins eating hay and no one else.

I found this lot in one of the containers.

They were packed like sardines.  It was snug but warm, possibly a bit close (stuffy).

Albie was happily in with his herd and seemed very relaxed.

The other container remained empty despite evidence of investigation.  And, interestingly, Albie and his friends spent all day in their container just chillin’.

I’ve just mucked out now.  There was a lot but it was easily swept out and taken away by Skippy (my BFF).