I went to feed Vitamin this morning and immediately sucked my teeth looking at Albie. He refused to come over to talk and was struggling. That was it. I came back with the van and loaded him in.
Surprisingly, Albie was quite spritely once he got home. I think he was anxious as he thought he was on his own. No one answered him when he shouted but he soon brightened up when he saw the other inmates.
So this lot will all stay inside for the time-being.
I check on them regularly and muck them out about three/four times a day. They get regular little-hole haynets of soaked hay.
And in return I get free nose kisses!
The boys are pretty unimpressed with this set-up but it is for their own good. I keep telling them this.
The fibre block is popular and keeps them entertained.
They share very well.
And so far this water bucket has thwarted Waffle’s cunning plan.
My jury is now out about Storm. I will be watching him with eagle-eyes.
Was scrolling Twitter, spotted your post, and then gasped: “What’s going on with Albie??” Whew. Thank goodness.
You have all my sympathy, Frances. I’m keeping a very close eye on my little chap, too. It’s such a worry at this time of year. Fingers crossed for all of yours.
It is nightmare. I am exhausted now (20.15. Going to bed!)