Poor Saffy doesn’t quite have the hang of this hay eating business. When it’s dinner time, she tends to throw the hay up in the air. It lands on her mane and then she looks around – like, where has my hay gone?

She usually has a wild mane entangled with hay. I spend a lot of time grooming her. Not sure why I bother because the very next feed time, she is covered in hay.

Miss Rosie has a similar problem. She often stands on her hay and then looks at me, as though she’s also asking so where is MY hay?


Saffy is usually festooned with hay!


Miss Rosie wonders where her hay is.