They are a funny bunch. The Minions, that is. When they get a notion, that’s it, they’re off. There is no stopping a notion.
Bored of the hay I had lovingly put out for them (possibly because I am not actually that loving and it was in small-hole haynets), the ponies left their food paddock for the dream of real grass on the track.
(look at Vitamin go – aged 30 and she goes in a determined fashion fast).
And Colonel Hathi’s Army-like, the rest cantered around their track trying to find their friends, who had run past earlier.
Even Fivla, which warmed my heart. She may be old, but she can still shift when she needs to, just not at full speed.
Waffle was the one at the lead.
Storm, Silver and Newt were all the other side of the track and obviously eating lush green grass – but they weren’t. The track is proving very successful. Lots of moving around and lots of not getting laminitis. I tell myself “this time last year” and grit my teeth as they are living like this for the next five months.
And the orchids keep coming too.
This is a good time of year for everyone apart from my starving Shetland ponies who don’t have laminitis…… yet.
