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They go Lickety-Split!

A little known fact, but when my mother was pregnant with me, she read a children’s book called “Susannah of the Mounties” by Muriel Denison.  This book was first published in 1936 and funnily enough, my Great Great Aunt Kate was also reading it in 1950.

Anyway, my middle name is Susannah because of this book and, of course, I have the family copy. The film was not what I imagined, though.

So, when the Shetland ponies trotted and cantered past me on my poo-picking walk this afternoon, the word that instantly came to mind was “lickety-split” – the first time I had ever heard it used was in “Susannah of the Mounties”.

I was being followed on my poo-picking rounds.

And then one by one, with Silver first, each pony went past lickety-split.

(though Newt threw in a little canter as well – he would)

Tiddles went lickety-split ….. (because he is a good boy)

And Albie…..

Then lastly Waffle.

And then Waffle and Albie had a bit of a tussle….. because they are typical little boys who cannot just trot down a corridor without pushing and shoving each other.

Anyway, it is funny where my memory can take me when I am walking around a track with rubber gloves and bucket.  I never read the book sequels, though.  I wonder if I should (edited to say, I just looked it up and there are three!  Who knew?)

On Track Now

I wasn’t going to move the Shetland ponies yet until I received a text yesterday evening from a friend saying that one of her ponies had come in “a bit footy”.

Footiness means their hooves are tender and it is often the first sign of laminitis from newly arriving spring grass.  I didn’t need telling twice.

The ponies had to be moved.

So after their breakfast, I called them all up.

And they were such good boys, leaving their field without question or argument or even a headcollar.

The boys immediately went off to investigate their old paddock and I had opened up their containers too.

OH and I set up the electric fence energisers (one for each side) and I let the ponies out to go down to their track, where they will now stay until winter.

There’s not much grass on the track but there seems to be enough at the moment.  This time of year what is growing is “rocket fuel” and I just can’t take the risk.

The fields have greened up over night, literally (or is that figuratively?)

And everyone has done very well over winter, so if they lost weight, I wouldn’t be too upset.  If they need it, I will also supplement with hay, but I widened the track (to avoid a muddy corner) and they’re not interested in eating this new grass, which I will take as proof that they don’t actually need hay at the moment.

I wish I could make the boys understand that this is for their own good and rocket fuel is always dangerous to fat little ponies.

The Grass is Always Greener

Guess who turned up this morning, after going out into his field with his friends (he snuck back while I was finishing tidying their bedroom)?  Yes, I fed him and yes, I’ve realised I’ve made a rod for my own back but Lambie is a bit thin (that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it) and I luffs him.

After a very strong cup of coffee (my breakfast), I took the dogs out for their walk. I wanted to check the track’s electric fence, to make sure that when the ponies moved in, all systems would be go or at least zap!

Obviously, I had help.

And the ponies all came rushing over to see what I was doing just in case I had chocolate cake in my pocketses.

Despite having a bit of grass in their field, they all hanker to move onto the track.  I have absolutely no idea why.  There is not one blade of grass on it.

Where the ponies currently live has at least something to eat but apparently that’s not good enough anymore.  The grass is always greener, apparently, even if it doesn’t actually exist.

But I made the most of the nice weather and had a sit down spending some special time with Tiddles (‘scuse the many chins).

I am in two minds when to move the ponies over to their track. It is all ready and waiting.  We most certainly don’t want laminitis again and they have wintered well but there really is not one blade of grass there and I will only end up having to feed them very expensive hay, which seems ridiculous when they are ok where they are.  I dunno. I never know.  Answers on a postcard, please.

New Fencing

I would’ve loved to have stayed in bed today but I couldn’t.  Things to do, people to see……

And it was also a beautiful day, which helped hugely too.

Because I knew the weather was going to be good, I had arranged for two kind friends to come and help OH and I with the electric fence for the track.  A huge job.

The plan was to take the old wiring down and start again but this time properly.  It was easier now I knew exactly where the track should be.  Did the horses/ponies try and escape while we worked?  No, they just stood there and watched.

They said helpful things like “you’re doing that wrong”.

Ditto the Shetland ponies for whom all this work was for.  They were probably trying to work out where the weak spots in the fence were.

Firstly we took down all the old fence wire which had many joins and bodges and bits tied round and round and then we put up a new springy gate, keeping the old one as well (belt and braces) and I walked round the whole track with 500m of  jumbo heavy duty electric fence polywire featuring 6 stainless steel conductor strands (muttering words like “bring it on, boys. This is war!”) I took a backpack with me containing nore spools of electric fence wire and we used two in total = 500m of track – good to know.

So now the track is fenced off with just two continuous pieces of perfect brand new wire and it works.  No joins or breaks or bodgy bits anymore. No weak bits, boys.

That should stop their misbehaviour.

Because there is always misbehaviour.  They just can’t help themselves.

And a huge thank you to Alan, Andrew and OH who were invaluable with all their electric fencing skills. A huge job completed.  We made quite the team.

Wet plant in rain

Winter or Summer Track?

A wet dreich day and I have galloping TMJ pain so I am feeling very sorry for myself.

Wet field

After trying to play flute duets badly, I gave up (my jaw and neck hurt too much) and dragged Mandy out to help me poo-pick the track instead.  Luckily, Mandy was up for helping me with this grotty job, which was very kind of her.  I kitted her up in my wet-weather-grot-jobs kit.

Mandy helping me poo pick

Recently, I have been wondering whether to move the Shetland ponies onto their winter track or is it too early? I don’t know.

The winter track is all fenced off and ready to go.  All I have to do is open the gate and strategically attach the zappy energiser.

winter track grass

But the winter track is full of grass, some of which is quite lush still.  What to do?  I need to avoid autumn-flush laminitis at all costs.

Long grass

So I showed Mandy my dilemma and she agreed that the winter track is looking a bit too good at the moment.  We talked it all through and the conclusion was while the weather is still in double figures (ie grass growing weather), the Shetland ponies should stay where they are on – their big spring/summer track along with their two haynets a day (split into four small ones).

Shetland ponies eating

I told the ponies of my latest decision.  It makes sense and it was good to talk things through with someone who could see my situation in its entirety (that would be Mandy, not the ponies who refuse to see any situation helpfully).

Newt eating

Now I am off to look for painkillers for my jaw.  I am not enjoying this one bit.  I would like to curl up on the sofa with a hot water bottle and have lovely things brought to me.  Instead, I’ve got to go back outside in the near-dark, put the hens and ducks in their respective bedrooms, let the sheep back in from their field and kiss them goodnight.