When they were about ten yards away Kavi leapt in the air and whipped round heading for home. "What on earth is the matter ? " I asked once he had calmed down. "Small devil horses with pixies on, scary scary " He said. (Well he didn't because he's a horse but I could tell)
Further investigation revealed that he had probably never seen a pony before, having been in a racing stable most of his life before he came to us. We don't have ponies either so I can only think that he was waiting for the horses to become bigger as they came nearer but they didn't.
Back in the spring the farmer who doesn't give a toss dumped about 50 sheep on the green by the stables. After ignoring them for the requisite 18 weeks he returned and took them away. Or so I thought. However two cunning ovine terrorists escaped his clutches and despite all our efforts to be rid of them have joined our herd. Many is the time we have shepherded (see what I did there) them up the lane only for them to be waiting in the field by the time we had returned.
It was not too much of a problem really until they started to invade Kavi's favourite nomming space and commenced grazing. A liberty too far he opined and one of the offending ewes was chased around the field by the angry chestnut and cornered in a hedge. Proving for once and all that although he is fairly docile, he has boundaries that should not be crossed.
The White Queen was very exciting again this week with everyone swapping sides at least twice. All , that is,except the cunning Lord Stanley who stuck with the Yorkists. His beard, which has developed a life of it's own, however has stuck with the Lancastrians.
Despite the luxuriance of his facial growth it would barely cover a tenth of the mighty chin of his wife Margaret. It is so large that she has to deliver all her lines through clenched teeth. The only respite she can get is in church when she can rest it on the alter rail whilst giving the Almighty his instructions for "my son Henry Tudor who is in France raising an army with his Uncle Jasper to overthrow Richard the Yorkist usurper" just in case the Good Lord is not all knowing. Meanwhile King Richard Nomates has taken to his bed having convinced himself that he was plotting to overthrow himself. I think.
