Today it poured with rain all morning.
Not our best look but the wild flowers appreciated it.
The afternoon was a different matter and, after a quick work-trip to Turriefield, I came home to this.
Why, hello Tiddles!
The farrier is coming here very soon – Tuesday. We can’t wait.
This is Waffle, who finally left his hay net to go outside.
He is looking glossy and very well.
As is Newt, but possibly a bit too well. I still cannot find a rib. Perhaps he doesnt have one. Newt could be a medical phenomenum. It’s the sort of thing he would want to be.
Albie is another one without ribs but it is work-in-progress on this front. One day, they will appear, I tell myself.
Just not today.
And Silver refused to talk to me. Every morning after breakfast, I have been catching him to put cream on his sarcoids and to give him a scoop of TurmerAid (to boost his immunity) so he hates me as he is becoming increasingly ear-shy and I am becoming increasing determined this will be done. I will do this, I tell him.
Silver is also revoltingly filthy. I am ignoring that.
But when the sun shines, everyone is happy. When it rains, then less so.
