The Mud

Where the ponies eat has descended into revolting welly-boot sucking mud.

I clamber about with my buckets hanging onto the ponies’ manes to keep me upright as I go. They are very used to me doing this and sweetly stand firm knowing it is the difference between me losing my boots while falling over or not!  I wonder what curse words they know?

I saw something in the sky very briefly this morning while I was doing my last Christmas present and card distribution.

When I went passed the MInions’ field, I did my usual head and leg count.

As you can see, the muddy area is where the Minions come up for their breakfast.  I’ve just had a great idea – I will put their bowls on the other side of the field where it is just grass and change them about every morning to avoid the mud.  Why didn’t I think of this sooner?  Duh!

But I am barely talking to Little Herself.  She went off to find polecats while I was feeding the ponies. I shouted and whistled for her as I was leaving but ended up having to clamber up the hill to get her to come home with me.  She knows this was not A Good Thing but I do love the way she sits!  She’s always done this.

And then there was the practice Christmas photo. Oh no.

Not our best.

So I gave up.

2 thoughts on “The Mud


    Wishing you and your family a very Merry Christmas and a the best new year and a big thank you for all the joy your posts bring into my life

  2. Kris

    There’s something intriguing about Pepper’s attempt to assimilate into the tapestry behind her and join the hunting dogs…

    And Ted is just too cute with his multiple attitudes. 🙂


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