Its been a very busy night at Rock HQ. We put the boys out on the field and set about clearing out the messy old stable. Somewhere there were four large rubber mats which we are going to put in William's new stable. This should then mean we put less straw bedding down which William can't stop himself eating thereby generating mountains of pooh. We are grateful for his contribution to the fertility of the Rock garden and fruit trees but this horse can dump for England. Its his hobby, producing two foot high models of the worlds mountain ranges created out of his crap. We have enough so he has to be stopped, hence the need to put the rubber matting down.
These six by four foot rubber monsters weigh a ton and God only knows how Tracey managed to lay them in the first place by herself as the two of us together had great difficulty carrying them up to the garden to be cleaned. Eventually we managed, with the assistance of a replica Halberd from when I used to re enact English Civil War battles (not by myself obviously) we folded the mat over the Halberd and lifted them. I knew it would come in handy one day. Soon I was covered in horse doings and under one mat there was some particularly foul smelling liquid which soaked my trousers. The joy of horses.
We fed and watered all the beasts, Faith got sent to bed early for biting Geisha, Daffy got a warning for jumping on Walter and tonight we just weren't quick enough so Pip got most of the eggs.
We cleaned put the stables and got the boys back. As you can see from the video clip practically the first thing Trevor the pocket rocket did was take a huge crap in his nice new bed. Those that follow the adventures of this miniature Shitland will see he has changed colour from the dark brown of his winter coat.
Bless him.
That's Shitland Ponies for you!
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