At last I have worked out who I am.  I am a Shetland pony servant.  It is official.

I led the Old Ladies into the big field as these days there is probably more grass than around the house.

Vitamin was not impressed.

But Fivla, bless her, set off to go and stare at the horses (she has a not-very-secret crush on Haakon and Iacs).

Vitamin watched Fivla go and followed me back to the gate in disgust.

I left them to it and hoped Vitamin would find some grass and settle in her new field.

Then I went with my bucket to poo-pick the Minions’ field because I hadn’t managed it yesterday in a Force 10 .

Once finished, I sat on a rock and was “appreciated” or eaten, depending on your perspective.

  

A little later, I returned to see if Fivla and Vitamin had moved off, only to find Fivla had taken up residence in the sheep shed…..

…. while Vitamin was grazing close by. I threw them both a Turriefield swede.

The swedes were appreciated.

And then the Old Ladies said they hated living in a field full of new grass and could they come back to mooch around the house.  I gave in, opened the gate and that was that.  I tried, I failed and they are content.