Snow? Where did that come from? I don’t like it. Tell it to go away.
What about the birds?
What about my horses?
Now, every time they see me, they want food.
But that is not going to happen as all of them know how to dig for grass and the snow is not that deep and no one is thin and quite frankly if you feed them just stand around looking gormless.
On a plus side, though, Hammy’s nose is looking good….
and his hair is worthy of a L’Oreal advert!
Bozz-Bozz is a pain in the arse. I can’t take any photos of him as he is never more than 4″ away from me. Who said you can never catch Shetland ponies?
This little fur fluff-ball in the snow lives naturally unclipped, unrugged, unfed with an unwashed coat. It all works very well for him just as he was designed to.
Arcturus is a sossage (not the Findus lasagne variety).
Even Hammy, our registered Welsh Section A of exemplary parentage, is a fat little barrel. He has had no extra feed and no rugs this winter, nor needed it imho.
You might’ve guessed that the latest régime of analgesia is not working and I am not in the best of moods.
Thank God I have my horses. They are my sanity.