A quiet Sunday, spent with friends while everyone outside wanted their allocated ration of food for the day, which includes the afternoon round too.
After the dogs had their tea, I made the mistake of going outside to get some fresh air. I had a feeling I was being followed.
So, being the nice person I am, I put out some bowls of grain. The ducks and hens are being wormed (for the first time), which is a process that takes a week. This means all food is weighed, worming powder added and only that food can be eaten. It is a most complicated process.
And the drakes look all moth-eaten because they won’t stop fighting.
It’s a result of too many drakes and not enough girls and I am not sure how to kindly resolve this situation. No one ever wants drakes.
Leaving that dilemma behind me, I went into the field where the horses live. I hadn’t seen them myself today.
I like to check everyone is walking fine as they have unlimited grass (30 acres thereof).
And that they are also eating with no problems. I can’t tell you just how much I dread finding anyone with colic. It is my main worry.
There is no picture of Bibble as he was busy farting to himself (so definitely no colic) and I was downwind wondering where the over-ripe Camembert was!
Luckily, Haakon just looked gorgeous. I have always loved his black fur-lined ears. Magical, as always.
