Today it poured with rain all morning.

Not our best look but the wild flowers appreciated it.

 

The afternoon was a different matter and, after a quick work-trip to Turriefield, I came home to this.

Why, hello Tiddles!

The farrier is coming here very soon – Tuesday.  We can’t wait.

This is Waffle, who finally left his hay net to go outside.

He is looking glossy and very well.

As is Newt, but possibly a bit too well.  I still cannot find a rib. Perhaps he doesnt have one.  Newt could be a medical phenomenum.  It’s the sort of thing he would want to be.

Albie is another one without ribs but it is work-in-progress on this front.  One day, they will appear, I tell myself.

Just not today.

And Silver refused to talk to me.  Every morning after breakfast, I have been catching him to put cream on his sarcoids and to give him a scoop of TurmerAid (to boost his immunity) so he hates me as he is becoming increasingly ear-shy and I am becoming increasing determined this will be done. I will do this, I tell him.

Silver is also revoltingly filthy.  I am ignoring that.

But when the sun shines, everyone is happy.  When it rains, then less so.