Picture Post
I’ve subjected you to a few rather longwinded blog posts recently. So here, by way of a palate cleanser, is a pictorial essay I’m calling ‘The Farmlet in Winter’. Well that was winter. I have a couple more muddy tales… Continue Reading
exmoor pony
Ins and Outs
It turns out that a big factor in the art of farming is keeping animals in somewhere (their paddock, pen, run) or out of somewhere else (the veggie garden, the fruit trees, some other animal’s paddock, the neighbour’s rabbit hutch).… Continue Reading
Trip-Trap
Remember when we built a bridge?
Happy Halloween!
The Saddlery Warehouse catalogue arrived today. Big Spring Sale. We all gathered around. And there it was: Bonnie could hardly believe it. Her ideal Halloween costume! On Special, and modeled by Some Other Pony! I wouldn’t buy it for her. I… Continue Reading
Frozen
We woke up this morning to the first frost of this winter. I was so glad of our recently refurbished wood-burner. It reliably burns all night now, just needing the damper opened up and a couple more logs thrown on in the morning… Continue Reading
It’s Raining Again
Warmth and several days of rain have combined to cause a flush of grass growth. Which means we have this happening in the pony paddock right now. Poor Bonnie, doing more time in the mask of shame. And in mid-winter too — it’s a… Continue Reading
Not Listening
Here’s where I found Summer this morning. She would like it known that she disagrees with management’s plan to ration grass as a precaution against drought later this season. As a result she made a unilateral decision to dine at the All You Can Eat… Continue Reading
It’s Spring!
Since Bonnie has the metabolism of a sloth, and a tendency to laminitis, in spring and autumn she is subjected to this: The mask of shame. Which she inevitably ditches at the first opportunity claiming it doesn’t suit her, she doesn’t like… Continue Reading
Welcoming the horses
[This post was scheduled for last Monday, but lack of internet in town has caused a few delays.] When I woke up on Saturday morning I could see horses from my bedroom window. My horses! Bless their little cotton socks, they… Continue Reading
And then there were two
Well, I was hoping by now we’d have a cast iron moving date sorted, but there is still a bit of dithering going on. I’ll keep you posted… In the meantime how about I entertain you with the story of how I came… Continue Reading
