Nothing at all to do with Flint

These are the new pups: Mabel (top dog) and her sister, Jessie

The Beginning of No-Grass (ie: Winter)

      I'm a pie-bald pony

I'm sure you'll not forget

that I can write short stories 

and use the internet!

Happy Halloween!

I'm not altogether sure where I should put myself:  My head's down and eyes apologetic.  I've broken through that darned fence again and I'm in the most awful trouble.  Two-legs has threatened to bring me inside if I cannot keep myself from getting into mischief.  I don't want to be brought in yet.

My stable is a fine place during no-grass, but at this time of year I'd be missing out on the last of the grass.  Frost covered grass is so sweet on Autumn mornings.  The hay-ring is there, but I'm not alone in thinking that the grass is nicer and I like to indulge.

These cold frosty mornings and bright sun-shinny days are the last celebratory feasts before the onset of the *no-grass famine. Don't get me wrong.  Hayledge and the such keep me content enough (especially with the odd carrot or apple thrown in) but grass is my fodder of choice and my feasting is not yet over.  Better keep myself out of mischief then!

You have your no-grass celebrations too....Halloween!  Starting where all the best parties are to be found (in Ireland!) some 2,000 years a go with  the Celts; the 31st of October was considered the end of the year.  With the on-set of winter and fear of starvation the Celts believed that in order to better their chances of survival a celebration would ward off death.  A feast would be held to honour both their god and their dead. Samhain was the god of the dead and the darkness and to keep his favour a large celebration would be held once the autumn harvest was collected.  During this time the Celts also believed that the dead would wander the land taking unsuspecting souls to Samhain's realm, so to keep them at bay scary "heads" usually made of turnips would stand guard to keep the household safe.


* No-grass is the Flints name for Winter.