I am not popular.  The ladies are still complaining so, as the wind is dropping now, I will drive them back to their herd tomorrow. Just don’t say I didn’t try.

Anywho, this morning, armed with six large carrots I went to check on the Minions.

I took my big camera as I wanted to take some nice wind-in-their-manes photos.

If they weren’t sticking their tongues out or making weird faces, the Minions looked like hairy hippos.

I got a few nice photos but nothing special. Just eating and more eating.

Thank you, Tiddles.

Oh, Albie.

Yup, hippos.

And then there was this so I gave up and went home…..

…happy in the knowledge that everyone is very fatty, fat, fat!

I refuse to lie awake at night listening to the pouring rain and howling wind thinking they are all melting or even suffering.  Shiver off that fat, lads!  You are all hippos.