All I have to do is shout “celery” and there is a rumble of little hooves and everyone arrives….

(please sing Rossini’s William Tell Overture – the fast bit – ba da dum ba da dum ba da dum dum dum – while you’re watching this small film)

I had spent my morning volunteering at Transition Turriefield, weighing and packing vegetables.

So today was the ponies’ lucky day – it was celery top time, from all the trimmed celery plants which were off to the shops.  Celery is a huge favourite and they happily shovel it down.

Now the ponies are all living on the track again for the forseeable, I have to poo-pick to keep it clean which helps the grazing for the ponies.

Poo-picking is a twice-daily task and I am praying my back will hold up (I now wear a brace for this arduous chore, which I think is helping).  This afternoon, while they were scoffing, I walked around their paddock with gloves and bucket and, by the time I returned, all, and I mean all as in not one leaf of evidence was left. Everything had entirely vanished.

Every last leaf and stalk.You never would’ve known there had been a full bag of celery leaves and stalks a few minutes ago.

I am still holding off on the hay front.  There are little grass shoots everywhere.