I am busy doing feet at the minute. Two or three ponies a day, depending on how my back stands up to the bending and rasping. The Painpod is a god-send. It really is and I wack it up to full volume and can keep on top of the hooves at the moment.
(Not helping for a photo – thank you, Storm)
(Still not helping – aww, good boys, Albie and Newt)
And now, we’re three good little boys!
After rasping the hooves, I take what’s left of my farrier bag and use it to keep my bottom dry while I sit down in the field for a while. I wait to see who wants to chat.
It is always a bit of a guessing game as to who comes up to talk.
Every day is different and I don’t make anyone if they don’t want. That would be rude. Newt took his time but ended in my face!
Albie, of course, wanted me to himself.
To be loved by a Minion is a truly wondrous gift.