Every morning I go out with buckets of food for the old horses and ponies.

This is not as simple as it sounds as I have to carry four rather full buckets – one each for Kolka, Iacs and Haakon (they each have different dietary needs)…..

…. plus another for Fivla and Vitamin which I split.

Then I have to stand in between Kolka and Iacs because Kolka will finish her food faster than everyone else and then start picking on Iacs to get his, failing that she marches off to the little ones as they are an easy target.  So I grab Kolka and stop her doing this, letting Iacs finish his food in peace, though today I did catch Haakon thinking about having a go. We had words.

To get to the field, I have to scramble through a difficult gap in the dry-stone wall, with my four buckets trying hard not to fall over in the process or let Kolka grab the wrong one over the wire fence, while simultaneiously not letting Gussie eat them first, which is his only ambition.  Kolka by now is threatening to kick everyone.  Meanwhile Vitamin is running up and down the fence hysterically worried she will be forgotten.  When she gets her food, she wolfs it down in gulps!  Honestly, none of this is easy.

Gussie does not help in any way.  Just want, want, want.

And Dahlia is no saint either.

Later, when I come out of the field clutching my empty buckets, having fended off everyone left, right and centre, I feel like I have been in a rugby match where no one really knows or cares about the rules very much!