Oh, the weather outside is frightful.
Everyone hates it. I saw Lambie standing in a vicious hail shower with his head on the ground, looking very miserable.
So I opened up the sheep shed a bit better (with wifi and radio) as ‘Ster was hogging it, ie standing by the door and not letting anyone in. I wish the Boyzens worked more as a team during bad weather rather than adopting the dog-in-a-manger stance, which is neither big or clever.
Puzzah is a hard nut and stays outside without making the fuss that other girls do.
For now, the Thordale horse/pony herd are very happy because there is still some grass in their new field.
But we are all bored of the hail. It hurts too.
Look how Lambie’s Grade V fleece suffers. He is not built for this weather and I feed him secret biscuits/carrots/beetroot when no one is looking as he is also the thinnest of them all. A Muzzah knows and minds.
And then the other!
I might be carrying secret carrots/beetroot/biscuits about my person. You never know.