So on Monday it finally stopped raining, and we moved the ponies. But not after a good hour moving electric fencing and water tubs, while the ponies constantly patrolled up and down the Hill Field trying to see what was going down. We use rolls of self tangling wire rather than the white tape. It carries the current better. Now we very carefully remove the posts, and wind up the wire onto one of those things you roll hosepipe onto. (Top Tip Alert)
So HOW does the wire create such special knots, which are in no knot book i've ever seen, within 5 minutes of it reaching the ground? So after a long time had passed, and a good practise of old English, we finally had a strip of grass fenced off in the 4 acre. Time to move the ponies.
Charlie in one hand, Daisy in the other. And yes it was Daisy who barged through the gate and tried to drag us off to pastures new. Her manners are sometimes rather lacking. Or indeed missing, presumed dead. Anyway, they are now as happy as the proverbial pigs. And the grass must contain a love potion. Charlie in particular is overly affectionate right now. Maybe its due to all of them now being in the 4 acre, albeit in different corners. Poor boy, the only male with 6 mares!!
In the meantime, B is going for the muddiest pony award......
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