This morning BeAnne and Loki had a dust-up outside the chicken shed and BeAnne came off worst.  Naturally she is full of misery, resentment and feeling very sorry for herself.  Apparently, she may never walk again. We discovered a couple of small wounds which will be monitored carefully and I diagnose that her prognosis is good.

But resentment has good mileage if you are BeAnne.   She climbed under the desk when I mentioned going outside.

I eventually, after much cajoling, got her to go outside and then there was the sit down strike accompanied by “The Look”.

At that stage, I put her on a lead and I walked forwards, while she walked backwards.  Luckily for me she is a bear of very little brain and quickly forgot what it was she was hating.

And hopefully we are back to normal.

Meanwhile, I keep looking at The Fatties and wandering if they are looking slightly thinner.  Do you think so?  Perhaps?  A smidgeon?

Their eyes bore through me with an equine version of resentment and I feel awful.  I am not good at diets for myself or my animals.

But then I look at their field, and think that is not actually too bad.

There is resentment everywhere around me.  I think I might go into a decline now.