The coughing has reduced significantly.  Phew.  As has the diarrhoea. Another phew, in more than one way.

They seem happier.

And, yes, it is a small area of grotty field, but it must be better than the stable.

I am poo-picking daily and they get soaked hay they can ignore and fresh water.

So the boys muddle about.  They pick on Albie. I said this was not on.

Not cricket.

Tiddles is the worst and I am disappointed. I’m not going to lie.

This afternoon I sat on the fish box and they all came up for a cuddle.

And I tried to explain that I was doing this for their own good.

So they all said, to a pony, that they did not believe me and I was just one nasty horrid owner of poor abused and possibly starved Shetland ponies.

Jog on, boys, jog on!