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Home Page I miss seeing the ponies in the field behind the house just as I'll miss the hens when our next door neighbours move to their small farm next month. But, just as I won't miss the raids of Attila the Hen and her buddies on our veg beds, I'm glad that the constant trampling of the two ponies isn't reducing the meadow to a muddy pulp,as it did during last winter. Instead
of two Welsh ponies on this dull, wet afternoon we've got
a flock of 100 or so redwings and starlings probing the turf. A jay flies
off into the dark wood beyond.
Richard Bell,
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