Yesterday I worried.
Mostly because the weather was beyond hellish. I had a flute lesson in the morning and, having fed everyone a good hard feed, thought they would be ok outside until I got home at lunchtime.
When I got home, I put my survival suit on and went out to fetch everyone in – boys in the big shed and girls in the big stable.
Everyone was shaking, soaked through and frozen. The Minions, especially Waffle and Silver, (Storm and Tids having been indoors) were yawning weirdly, not normal tired yawns, more opening their mouths widely and looking vacant. I put a rope around each horse or pony separately and dragged them into their relevant shed.
No one was particularly helpful. They usually know the routine but had completely forgotten it – the cold wind and incessant rain had frozen their brains.
At one stage, I lost my wellie boot in the mud, tried to put it on again with a drooping wet sock, couldn’t so ripped of the sock and did the rest in bare feet in wellies with my sock in my pocket. I hated every minute.
Three bales of haylage were split between everyone and distributed around the shed, likewise with buckets of water.
I left everyone to rest for 20 hours inside. They needed it.
Lambie and Ster stayed in their shed watching me like Statler and Waldorf (Muppets) everytime I went past.
Here are a few photos from the day before. Everyone was tired then. Winter is beginning to wear a little thin. My poor Minions.