Sunday, 9 November 2008

clippety clop ...


It's rained so much, our field has grown a pony.

It's only a small one; but it's very friendly and also, quite muddy. And skittish. In the sense that it has marched over the fence to get in. And now it can't get out. And it's friend on the other side of the fence is equally skittish and seems to think that if it paws (hooves?) at the wire netting for long enough, a miracle will happen and the fence will disappear.

I have spent that last just-over-twenty-four-hours watching them with my heart in my mouth, because absolutely the last thing I want to do on a rainy Sunday afternoon is spend two hours with wire snippers releasing someone else's livestock from a fence that isn't even mine to begin with. I was hoping that the owners would come and check on them last night (in the approved 'twice a day' fashion) and reclaim them; but this hasn't happened - and no-one turned up this morning.

I did speak to someone walking their dog along the footpath that runs around the edge of the paddock last night; but she didn't know who they belonged to. She did know the next door neighbour of the other person who keeps a horse in the same field ... so she went home to phone her friend to see if they could pass a message along. But nothing has transpired.

Ordinarily I would nip out and see if I could repatriate them myself - but it could take an hour once I get going, because there's all the electrical tape to put back up that they have knocked down; and I really don't want to leave the children for that long. Quite apart from the fact that IT'S NOT MY PONY. I did go out and make friends with the escapee, on the grounds that if it then leapt in to our garden for some reason it would be more likely to let me catch it; and I took Leo out to see it (he was delighted); but that was it. So far. There's no water in there - although it's hacking down so there's plenty on the grass - and sooner or later I am going to feel duty bound to put a bucket out for it to drink from.

Can we all sniff superciliously and say in chorus "How irresponsible of the owner!" and leave it at that for the moment?

I have had a good weekend so far. B went again yesterday morning (back tomorrow night) and Leo and I have unpacked some boxes of books on to the shelves in the living room; and tidied up. So it's a proper living space now. Both yesterday afternoon and today I have lit the fire; and it's very cosy. Currently Leo is having a nap and Eleanor is snoozing on her play-nest thingy whilst I'm curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea. I am starting to feel very much more relaxed and very at home here. Just having the TIME to sit on the sofa is wonderful.

Today, as per the advice to not save clothes for 'best', Eleanor is wearing: a blue fleecy top, stripy leggings and blue socks. By the time I got organised enough to take a photo, the best of the light had gone, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow and see what she's in then. Maybe. If I get my act together.

How long before she starts to resent being dressed up like a dolly?

Now I'm going to put some doors on Freecycle. As you do.

For today, that is all.

10 comments:

  1. RSPCA.
    Tactful and slightly better empowered/equipped/asking questions.

    New specs. Brain not working.
    xx

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  2. RSPCA.
    Tactful and slightly better empowered/equipped/asking questions.

    New specs. Brain not working.
    xx

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  3. Let's hope the owners turn up in the morning and you see them and can nip out for a phone number. They should have come by every day, but sometimes things crop up and it's sod's law that that's the time something goes wrong.

    Having had other people's cows in my field and in my garden, I've become tolerant.

    Girls like being dressed up the more you do it. Watch it - it'll be all princesses and fairies as soon as she can talk.

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  4. Let's hope the owners turn up in the morning and you see them and can nip out for a phone number. They should have come by every day, but sometimes things crop up and it's sod's law that that's the time something goes wrong.

    Having had other people's cows in my field and in my garden, I've become tolerant.

    Girls like being dressed up the more you do it. Watch it - it'll be all princesses and fairies as soon as she can talk.

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  5. Yes, sorry, RSPCA in the morning if no sign of anyone.
    And, yes, sorry, again, but she'll always want to be dressed up. Life does sound so much better for you all at the moment, thank goodness, and well done, you.

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  6. Yes, sorry, RSPCA in the morning if no sign of anyone.
    And, yes, sorry, again, but she'll always want to be dressed up. Life does sound so much better for you all at the moment, thank goodness, and well done, you.

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  7. The pony thing is way out of my experience. But the little girl thing, that, I'm good at. If you really love the frilly stuff, indulge yourself. Eleanor may have opinions earlier, but by the age of 6 she will tell you exactly how she wants to dress. It may be the girly, princessy style, or it may be something else -- I have seen little girls who never wanted to get out of sweats, and those who looked like miniature fashion models -- but you will find it's much easier to dress her in her favorite style (although you will no doubt need to use some guidance.) Do what you want while you can.

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  8. The pony thing is way out of my experience. But the little girl thing, that, I'm good at. If you really love the frilly stuff, indulge yourself. Eleanor may have opinions earlier, but by the age of 6 she will tell you exactly how she wants to dress. It may be the girly, princessy style, or it may be something else -- I have seen little girls who never wanted to get out of sweats, and those who looked like miniature fashion models -- but you will find it's much easier to dress her in her favorite style (although you will no doubt need to use some guidance.) Do what you want while you can.

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  9. I wish my garden would grow a pony!! How cool.

    Ok, so our garden is really only big enough for a rabbit, but.. Lucky Leo!!

    I hope by now the pony is back in it's rightful field.

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  10. I wish my garden would grow a pony!! How cool.

    Ok, so our garden is really only big enough for a rabbit, but.. Lucky Leo!!

    I hope by now the pony is back in it's rightful field.

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