I try to get out on the Minions’ track at mid day to keep on top of the poo-picking (my newest chore).

These past few days, I have found it very difficult to spend time with the ponies as I miss Storm so much.  He should be with them.  I can’t count to seven.  EIght was so much easier.

 

I think the only one who misses Storm is Silver.  He shouts for him occasionally and then forgets and of he goes to join his friends, though I do doubt his choices sometimes.

I did try to explain to him what happened.

Newt was Storm’s greatest friend and foe.  They were related.  Cousins, I think.  You could tell because if one was up to something wicked, the other wouldn’t be far behind.

The track is made a bit bigger every few days.  This time I gave them the whole bottom area of the field which they are thrilled with.  Vitamin and Fivla job share the role of boss-mare and everyone else follows behind never questioning where they’re going when they canter off in the morning.

The rocks are cold but I found a small one and perched on it while Tiddles told me I was his best friend.  He likes to help to poo-pick, which is very distracting but lovely.

I am mostly nose-height which means I have to kiss the proferred nosey for each poo I find to pick up.  Well, someone’s got to do it!