The old men drove me crazy with their constant begging and generally getting in the way. They followed me everywhere. Where are you going? Who are you feeding? Are you feeding us? Is there any more?
In my head, I thought it was nice to have the lads around the house. How wrong could I be. After two full wheelbarrows of poo (are they shitting for the Olympics?), I threw them into a small paddock that has a shed.
They instantly took up residence.
And even managed to argue about it . Haakon won, obviously as he is the older of the two. They are cousins and close friends so arguments are kept to the minimum.
With a good fence around them, the boys make better neighbours than actual family.
The others mooched about on the periphery.
This I can live with. Begging at my front door, I cannot.
There. I’ve said it. Shoot me now but shovelling up two wheelbarrows a day for two horses is killing me.