I was sent home yesterday from Turriefield (the veg co-operative scheme place where I volunteer) with a large sack of celery leaves/tops and stalks for the ponies. A perk of my “job”.
As the ponies actually bothered to come up the hill this morning, which is not their norm anymore, I gave them their lovely reward. They are now out 24/7 as they refuse to go to bed when asked – I gave up after chasing them up and down the hill 5 times and ran out of steam. There is no hay ration either.
Anyway, they were all very happy and enthusiastically munching grateful, I think, for real food.
And the big ones were watching on. I could see Iacs thinking “I could like celery”, but I know that he doesn’t from previous form.
Not like Newt who is a keen fan.
So, as there was masses, I threw Iacs his own pile of leaves. He did eat most of them to be polite and almost made a “clean plate” but I doubt he will ask again tomorrow. The others steered well clear.
When I went back later on to poo-pick the track, there was not a trace of any celery leaves anywhere. They had finished today’s ration. There is more for tomorrow.
