Well, that’s Daisy gone south now. She flew off today and, I won’t lie, I’m going to miss her hugely. It was brief but lovely to see her. A few days is better than no days.
And life goes on and, while Daisy was here, I had a wee holiday too by which I mean I completely neglected to make any sheep, transcribe the diaries or learn Latin for the few days she was here.
I know everyone will miss Daisy very much. Both Pepper and Monster made it their mission to wake her up every morning.
Poor Daisy – I asked her a million questions about the horses and ponies’ care. One thing she did mention was to keep the Shetland ponies in the little paddock for 12 hours, where there is hay and water so they don’t gorge on the new-to-them grass that we opened up yesterday. That made good sense to me so that’s what I’ve done.
However, I wouldn’t say I am very popular for it but I must stay firm.
And the fact that, by this afternoon, the ponies still hadn’t really finished their hay just proves there are pickings out there and they don’t need anything else for 12 hours of the day.
Stay tough, Frances, stay tough – Mantra “Shetland ponies live off fresh air”.