A certain small-ish orange Icelandic yearling filly is not really talking to us anymore.
Luckily the others are, so that’s good.
We have not been entirely sent to Coventry!
Today was windy so it was the windswept look.
Waffle looking particularly glamourous.
And Vitamin was majestic.
And being windy, there was a certain amount of shenanigans going around too.
Why does it always involve Storm? – a purely rhetorical question.
Little Sulky-Herself grabbed her carrot and then bounced off….
… with very much of a Not-Bovvered look about her.
She can just get on and inwardly digest yesterday’s events, learning from them.
Her sister, Lilja, of course was the very paragon of virtue.
The field seems much smaller with ten of them there but that’s how it is for the time-being.
I am sure they will find something to eat.
Anywho, a small furry someone was very pleased to see me when I came home. Enthusiasm is always heartening when it feels like everyone hates you.