We are all very lacklustre today. I keep telling myself that we need to get over this and get on with things. But it is not as easy as it seems and I am struggling.
Today Flossie and I did our horse and pony checking – we have three lots to do at the moment (owners away) so we just “do it in a oner”, taking the car and driving round to the various places with animals that need a visit.
We took some brushes and attacked the last of the winter wool on the Minions.
Newt is clinging onto his fur and resembles a recalcitrant yak.
Storm has lost all his and is now wearing his summer dresses.
Tiddles is another but he gets stroppy if you try to brush him. It is a case of one hand clinging onto his mane and brushing as quickly as possibly before he walks away.
I guess I could take a headcollar.
Most of Silver’s fur has gone except for under his chin.
Tiddles could tell that Floss and I were not ourselves so he prescribed his best treatment.
They know when you are sad and I think that is what I love most about animals – their empathy.
The rounds finished, we went home and I popped into the ladies’ field. Brá took a carrot from me and I had a quick look at her. Her baby belly is slowly going down now and she is physically fine.
When the vet was here, he did say Hetja was definitely pregnant.
It was raining so I didn’t stay very long. At least it is washing away all the traces.