I went to visit everyone up in their new hill field. Once we discovered Waffle and Tiddles’ ghastly predicament yesterday, we moved everyone as quickly as possible. I am terrified of laminitis for the rest of the herd.
Much to Vitamin’s horror! She is not a fan of this field.
And is seriously unimpressed living on the side of a hill with really grotty “poor” unfertilised hill grass. She liked the lush stuff.
So I walked up to their field to see (and check) them all.
They will be here for a while to lose weight in the Autumn equinox gales.
Sadly, it is the only way. I didn’t even bring carrots. I can’t. Not now I am scared. I may lose my job as their Muzzah, apparently. Cruel to be kind.
Waffle and Newt are now on Day 2 in prison. Waffle spends his days trying to look enchanting in the hopes I will let him out.
No chance. I brushed them instead. A poor substitute for freedom. It’s going to be a very long haul.
The boys aren’t finishing their ad-lib fibre, but they do eat their buckets of anti-inflammatories and analgesia. Today I picked my neighbour’s nettles as these improve blood circulation. I got stung through gloves. I am going to dry the nettles, chop them up and put it in their food. The things I do for my boys. Absolutley no gratitude either.