Firstly, huge apologies for the quality of the photos but honestly the weather is revolting and I am not taking a good camera out in this. It’s just not worth it. The light was rubbish too.
Anywho, every day, out I go (or at least someone does) to check the Minions. I would love to say they run up to me like little Black Beauties, but a vague amble or a slightly animated scuttle is all I get.
I had counted out my carrots before I went over and there was one each. Newt would not be told and followed me around with his ears flat back demanding more. It was not a peaceful event. I was fending off teeth and he is knee-height.
Luckily, Tiddles made it all worth it. He is always charming and gave me my daily nose-kissey.
There is grass in them there hills and this lot are just not used to having to look for it. Tough.
I told them this and was met with baleful stares of resentment.
Having run out of carrots, I beat a hasty retreat before I was taken hostage.