A little known fact – the shed can hold four Shetland ponies. Who knew?
I have to say that it was also very “close” in there – the smell was eye-watering (think sweaty jockstrap after a Rugby Union match that went to extra time!) You get the picture. Since then, I have mucked out and refreshed the whole area. It is much nicer now.
I could tell Waffle wanted inside too. Fool.
Anywho, Vitamin happily ate her breakfast bucket oblivious to all of this.
I think the rules are one out and then one in. A rota system is run by Vitamin, obviously.
Meanwhile theOld Men wouldn’t walk across the burn and so have missed their breakfast all day. And don’t I know it. Baleful glares every time I go outside but since they won’t come up, there’s nothing I can do. I told them that. They hate me.
I can smell the teenaged boy “swamp” feet of the shed across the Atlantic.
Silly Minions. And sorry, Old Gents, but you really can cross the burn for breakfast.
You have rain and mud!! We have heat and the stream in the ponies’ field has completely dried up, which has never been known!
They are hilariously endearing all packing into the shed.