Vote For Wu!

He promises not to look down on you too much.

He has a Moggifesto.  He believes in more food whenever he wants, especially lightly boiled white fish, open windows, turned up central heating and no Loki.

Especially No Loki, actually.

He would like to reiterate, No Loki.  Have you got that?

Meanwhile, Lambie’s physio is going badly.  It has just not been the weather to be outside.  I carried him under my coat this afternoon to see if we, ie the dogs and I, could get him going in the indoor school.

He looked very small all on his own.

But he did eventually get the gist. Ok, he is not gambolling yet but when the weather gets warmer, hopefully he will feel more inspired.

Questions I need the answer to:

Should he be trying to eat grass? Can I offer him grass I have picked from the garden?  What about water too?  I can’t leave him in the garden as it is too cold and windy at the moment.

Can I give him anything to get his joints a bit better?  He does look sore when he walks and this weather is not helping.  He hates being outside (I don’t blame him – I hate it too at the moment).

His bed was dripping in urine this morning.  Is this normal?  Do sheep sit in their own pee?  He also pees on the newspaper so I was surprised to find his bed drenched.

Any answers would be hugely appreciated.

We are all cold.  I don’t believe it is really Spring and there is a gale on its way to make everything worse.

Lambie-Borghini, who I think you will agree has grown, refuses to leave the warmth of the Rayburn, ever.  I don’t blame him.

Sometimes there is a bit of a queue for this amenity but everyone seems to share ok, if grudgingly.

I hate this weather – cold, damp, windy and sometimes raining.  It makes all my bones ache but I still have to look after my animals.

Taktur is fed daily his Muscular Handsome Prince food.  He needs to put on weight – muscle preferably.  He is not easy to keep weight on especially in this weather.  Hence the rug and I am not a rug person at all.

BeAnne’s lifelong ambition seems to be to turn herself into a muesli bar!

Once he had finished his grub, I returned Taktur to his waiting Fan Club.

Taktur instantly went in to try on their small shed.  He was happy to share it with his twin.  I think it is nearly impossible to tell them apart (from a distance).  Woah – look at that uncanny resemblance!

Little Storm loathes this weather.  He is always the last one to go outside and would hang around waiting to come in the house if he thought I would let him.

(sadly, OH says no, though I would in a shot).

So, I have spent the afternoon, having walked the dogs, staying mostly indoors taking photos of Lambie.  He is much cleaner now thanks to all your suggestions and he likes being brushed.

Lambie has the most beautiful long eyelashes.

And floofy wool – some of which is very curly-wurly (around his neck) and some is straight (body and head).

Should I comb his curls or leave them?

I was asked to help a lovely little lady this morning.  She arrived at 05:00 but hadn’t suckled from her mother despite everyone’s (mare and owner) best efforts.

So I went over at 10.00 to see if I could help.

The foal’s spirit was willing but the brain was not in gear at all.

Bless her, the foal was very easy and instantly tame but she just could not get the plot with this sucking thing, despite all our efforts.  Everywhere and anything, just not her mother’s teat.

The lights were on ……. (and Mum was certainly in the house, trying to help).

So we had to interfere and milk out the colostrum, give it to the foal in a bottle before she went downhill and then afterwards try to get her to latch on to her mother.

Once she had the bottle of colostrum and a little sleep, the foal tried to suck her mother’s armpits….

Then her own knees…..

And then she went under her mum, where we had been showing her for hours….. (note, she is missing the teat and sucking her mother’s fur, skin, anything…..)

It is so frustrating when they are like this because half of you does not want to interfere but the other half knows that foals must suck and fairly quickly too.

Et voilà!

Once the filly foal had suckled, we breathed a collective sigh of relief and left them to it.  I checked on them both a few hours later and everything still seemed fine.

Meanwhile, back to my life, little Lambie-Borghini is doing well.  He is walking, if oddly, and I am taking him out when the weather is nice for little walks.  He just runs back to the house like a heat seeking wind-up toy but, still, he walks.

He reminds me of a Star Wars AT-AT – All Terrain Armoured Transport

Well, he does!

There are a few things I hate in life. My daughters know this list.

Like –  trotting downhill, wet cotton wool left on the side of the basin, head collars with the cheek bit undone, all bridle straps not in their keepers, the word “moist”, liars, but today it is wet sand on horses or ponies.  It makes me feel very creepy-crawly.

I can’t go near a horse covered in wet sand and I think my lot know this and made the most of my loathing.

Wet sand in my hair…..

Wet sand never becomes dry sand…..

You can’t hug anyone with wet sand, ever.

Except maybe Storm as he wasn’t quite covered in it and always looks in desperate need of a hug from his Mum.

So my herd all made the most of my hatred and insisted in coming in from the rain to roll in the indoor school.  It makes me feel all crunchy and itchy when I see them.

So to distract myself from this phobia, I went outside to take photos of show-jumping sparrows instead!

So much easier.  Ugh, wet sand!  It is my Nemesis.

Lambie-borghini is doing so much better today.  I was woken this morning by a small bleat and went downstairs to find he was standing up on his own and very hungry.

His walking is almost running, he is inquisitive and chatty.  The lower door of the oven is open, not to entice him in for Sunday lunch!  Lambie is still a heat missile but there is a cold wind outside and I would rather he practiced walking in the warm kitchen.

So, a huge improvement – phew, what a relief.  It was touch and go for a time.

Loki is very good.  No snapping, no nothing.  He is wary of Lambie but he has not tried anything.  He is still chaperoned.

BeAnne is bored of Lambie.  He gets all the attention and she wants his bed.  There is sulking.

Wu is Wu.  What lamb?  They don’t talk.  Probably just as well really.

Lambie, of course, is enchanting with such beautiful eyelashes.  It is difficult to get the poo off his face and I work at it, a little at a time with the coconut oil.  Any suggestions?  It is rock hard now.

So that is indoors.  Outdoors, a certain little chap has really come out of himself. Spring is in the air and the hormones are rising!

Storm and Tiddles play endlessly.  They are the best of friends and these games go on all day.  I am surprised anyone has any knees, teeth or mane left.

Does anyone else think that Tiddles might be bigger than Storm now?