Little bar-stewards. Look what I found in the Minions’ field this morning – a 25 litre water container eaten!
I guess they just couldn’t help themselves but, honestly, I wish they wouldn’t. My bad, I suppose, for leaving the containers in their field. I should never have trusted the Shetland ponies.
I moved the containers outwith. I have learned my lesson.
Feeling a bit disgruntled about this (I hate needless vandalism), I went back armed with a bucket of brushes and conditioner to try and brush out the rain “clags” from the ponies’ coats. Of course, the bucket and its contents were dismantled many times. I never seem to learn.
Before.
After.
I am hoping this will help the ponies’ coats to fluff up in the low temperatures and offer better protection in the snow – eta Sunday now.
I gave everyone a good brush which they all enjoyed, even Tiddles who usually walks away. I even removed a wind knot from his mane, which means “a witch will borrow the horse (or pony) at night and ride it, leaving a “braid” in its mane by morning“ – good luck with that – Tiddles won’t load, tends to run away when you want to catch him and God alone know what he would do if you got on his back! Anyway, please return him when you find out all of this.
Anyway, it was lovely to spend time with my little boys and girls and I managed to take a few snappity-snaps too.
Aww, you would almost think Newt was a nice pony rather than a wee . Proof that photos do lie.
