I know, I know, I am always droning on about the weather but at the moment there seems to be no let up.
We are running out of grass fast and so we moved the herd up to a new field. Although not big, it will do for the time being.
It is touch and go whether we have enouh grass until January, when we will start the silage bales.
In this field, none of the horses are thin or need extra. I still religiously take Delia her bucket, though – she is 2 miles away – and she still enthusiastically flattens me for it. Today we had trotting and whinnying when she saw me.
Technically, the new field is where the sheep lived during the day. They are furious with me for letting the horses in and, except for Puzzah, found their hole under the fence and crawled out, leaving Puzzah on his own wondering where they had got to. I called Puzzah up and let him out as it was not fair for him to be by himself – though I did see him secretly talking to Newt who is approximately the same size and not a dissimilar colour. He probably wanted to adopt him and disown Lambie. I wouldn’t blame him.
I had some lovely photos of the waves – which I have lost due to computer troubles. With an early Christmas present, however, from my OH (more RAM), I am now back up and running again.
So basically, more RAM makes everything better!
Oh, and apparently it might stop raining/blowing by the end of next week.