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The Weather Deteriorated

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As flute duets were over by three, I went out early this afternoon.  Another reason was because the weather was deteriorating (rain and a fierce wind) and the little ponies were all waiting for me looking hopeful.

So I went into the big shed where the hay bales live and stuffed a bit more into their haynets.  I think it is going to be a harsh night and I felt sorry for the little boys. These days, the track is really pretty bare.

But I don’t think anyone is looking slim or even thinking of  losing weight.

But the ponies also have their choice of the two containers and no doubt they will choose the one that is least affected by the wind and rain and all pile into it for the night.

And hopefully they will all be feeling happy and full of hay too.

I must admit I do still look at Silver and rather wish I had persevered more with detangling his mane properly rather than giving up and cutting (more like hacking) it.

I get the feeling Silver hasn’t really forgiven me for my heinous crime – it really is not the done thing here to cut a Shetland pony’s mane.

Different Sheds

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I felt sorry for Fivla this morning.

After her breakfast, I found her queueing outside the closed door of the little shed, along with Vitamin and Kolka.  I opened it up so they could go in and Vitamin nipped in whippet-like, swiftly followed by Fivla.  Good, I thought, they are inside and can get some shelter from today’s windy/rainy day.

And then Kolka barged in, possibly uninvited, and there was pig-like squealing which I knew came from Fivla as she doesn’t do social pressure.

To give her her due, Fivla stayed inside for a little while but, when I came back with my phone to take photos, I found her back outside again looking very disgruntled.  She just hates crowds.

Buckets collected, washed and tidied, I put all the sheep out into their field.  They lasted a couple of hours, until they saw a cyclist coming down our track and all, to a sheep, ran to the gate in pure terror, asking to be let out so they could cower in their shed.  I have no idea who that poor cyclist was as I watched him turn around and leave.  He was obviously not here to see us.

After letting the sheep out of the field, I found Newt alone in his residence.

The other ponies were long gone down the track looking for non-existent grass to eat.

Newt said he wasn’t moving and no one could make him.

So I told him he couldn’t stay there all day, and it was clearing up nicely now.

(I may have not been telling the truth – it’s been a pig of a day).