Absolutely nothing happened today – except for rescuing a baby bunny from Pepper and hoping it lived – but apart from that absolutely nothing happened.
I made these two in the afternoon. The start of a new flock. All the rest went to the shop yesterday.
After the dogs/cat tea, me, my trusty bucket and Marigolds (rubber gloves) went to poo-pick the track. I met this lot at the end, looking for non-existent grass in the dying-back marsh marigolds. Usually by now they have a new bit of track to eat down but…..
…. I looked at Albie and my heart hardened. On fresh air, he has gained 20kg, as have the rest of them so nope, absolute nope, not until Albie’s crest has gone and there is a rib under all that fat.
Silver tried to tell me he had ribs.
They were all very argumentative.
When I asked Newt if he had ribs, he ran round me. I couldn’t get near him so gave up trying. He was in one of those moods.
He wanted to annoy everyone.
And, if the ponies try the fence, I will strim down everything on the other side until it zaps them all good and proper.
I told you my heart has hardened. These days I am one tough Muzzah.
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I feel as though I might be able to bluff my way through a conversation about sheep or ponies with the terns I have learned on the blog. It will only work with my other city bred family, but my husband has seemed to be impressed with my use of ‘hill sheep,’ ‘laminitis,’ & ‘forelock & crest.’ I am sure the rest of the world is familiar with these terms, but I have enjoyed learning them.
This lot are feeling their oats for sure. Stay strong Tough Muzzah!
You’re doing so well with your ‘tough love’!! I know how hard it is when they are doing their very best to convince you that they’re starving. xx