With everyone of the small pony variety in the shed, Floss and I went out to put the track’s electric fence back together so it was strong in the winter wind and, if the ponies went back outside ever again, it would be ready to go.

We took back a lot of the grazed areas and reattached everything to the wooden fence posts for extra security.  My trust in the ponies has totally gone now and I am also considering a second strand of wire too.  That’ll larn ’em, I thought to myself.

We also made sure no long grass touched the fence, moving the posts forwards so it was better aligned.  I mean business now.

Tomorrow, we are going to build two more fences across the track to cut off a boggy/muddy stretch as they hate wading through and Newt almost got stuck.  Although they will lose some potential grazing on the track, it will be a bit dryer.  The mud gets them down but I will not feel sorry for them. They will have the containers and they will have hay and that’s it.

Meanwhile, back in the shed, we have split the ponies up differently into those that are still very lame – Vitamin, Tiddles, Storm and Albie.

And those that are fine now but I am not taking any chances – Silver, Waffle, Newt and Waffle.

They seem to be managing perfectly well inside.

There are lots of kisses.

And silly faces.

If the latter four continue doing well, I might, just might, let them outside to the container paddock next.  My jury is still out on that decision.