I left my pit to pop down to see how the little boys were fairing in this cold weather (wind chill today of at least -5℃). It was the sort of freezing cold wind that makes your eyebrows hurt.
Anyway, everyone was surprisingly perky – I think it’s because they’re in their new-to-them field and they love it there. They can also see the others too, which they like (not that the others care or want to be near them).
I had in my pocketses five Pasture Cookies, which I had brought thinking they could have one each as a very special treat.
I fed one to each of them and of course they loved them.
One for you, I said and a kiss on the nosey…
And you….. and you and kept going….
… until I reached Silver. I put my hand in my pocket expecting to find the last carefully counted out treat but nothing! I felt awful. What to do? I could leave Silver feeling a bit out of sorts with me and go back to the warmth of the house (my poor hurty eyebrows by now). But no, I am not that person. Life should never be unfair and I would’ve laid awake all night knowing I had created an injustice. So of course I climbed back up the hill, telling myself all exercise is good exercise, found the errant Pasture Cookie and took it back to feed Silver. Fairness for all!
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Lovely hairy little creatures! Especially that capybara x yak . I hope clambering over hills and pastures means you are feeling better? Oh well, kissing noseys and feeding them treats is medicine in itself! So all the cuddles to you!
Thank you Frances for your daily blog. With all the madness around it reminds me there’s still normalcy to be had – even if it’s sometimes not pretty – and a lot of warmth, too. You know you tuck me in every night?
Thank you for your kind words.
Greet pictures of the gang & laughed to the point of tears because my inner dialogue would be exactly the same. No unfairness on my watch! ;-}
I am feeling the guilt of unfairness, I have two elderly mares, one absolutely must have more calories so she gets a bucket morning and night. The other definitely doesn’t need more so she only gets one at night so every single morning I have to tolerate her mournful gaze. This morning was particularly difficult as it was negative 19 F with a ‘feels like’ temperature of negative 41.
So difficult. I know. I try to give something that makes them hint they are too.