Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Hooves on the deck

...is the sound we heard all night. I called a bunch of radio stations and finally spoke to a producer who loves animals, so she organised for an interview on Vega and then Nova radio. The idea of course was that the owner of the pony would be listening and call in right away to claim their beloved pet. Sadly the phone hasn't rung once. Surely it can't be that easy to lose a pony in the city!

Meanwhile the pony paced for most of the night, with the longest intermission lasting 40 minutes (I was awake counting them). I am going to have to beg for my neighbour's forgiveness. Our guest kept itself busy ripping out my plants and depositing steaming piles of manure all over the deck, such that it is now covered in a thick paste of the stuff. I hand-picked a few bags of grass from our nature strip, which seemed to go down well (albeit rapidly) and provided more hay. Enchanting as it was having a cup of tea out on our verandah with this magestic herbivore, I'm hoping that we'll be able to find more suitable accommodation today.