I brought these two home today.

I have been sucking my teeth for a while now and decided that Tiddles and Waffle (and possibly Albie, though there wasn’t room in the van) should come to stay here before the autumn flush of grass comes through (the last growth of high-in-sugar green stuff) and they get laminitis.

They will stay inside for a few days.  The hay is soaking and rationed.

I notice that both were slow walking up the hill and puffing.  Tiddles is not fat but on the cusp of struggling.

And war has been declared with Waffle, who was equally bad, if not worse, in his gait.

So far there have been four upturned buckets of water so I have resorted to this.   Up turn that Waffle!

The alfalfa blocks are scattered too!

I feel sorry for the boys but it would be much worse if they stayed there.  I think they were days away from full-blown laminitis.

Meanwhile, outside, I have my mowing crew doing their bit in the paddock.  This is where the little ones will live at night.

Some are more committed to the cause than others.

My jury is still out on Albie but one hint of leaving the herd and not looking happy and he is joining the other two.  I have my van.  I will use it.