Thursday, 14 February 2008
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Hound Puppies!!
Monday, 11 February 2008
Introducing....
Eggburt lives in the stables, he is put in with any nervous horses Mark has to break, once he has bounced round their feet, done the wall of death round their head and crowed loudly at dawn, they are pretty happy just to get out and be ridden. Hopefully we will be getting Eggburt some girlfriends at the poultry sale at Longtown at the end of the month.
It will snow tomorrow... (you never knew I was a weather girl did you?!)
It will.... because Mule and Lizzie are NAKED!!!
Chuffed to bits with how muley is looking - another week on hols then in for a hair cut, a tail wash and back into work. Yay lean mean riding mule!!!
Lizzie is now 22yo and has only had haylage on the coldest and most miserable of nights. I challenge anyone not to like this little mare!
Sunday, 10 February 2008
Digital cameras - what did we do before them!
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Quincy's Perk
Friday, 1 February 2008
But it was like Spring?
I noticed Lizzie's rug had lost a front strap and decided I would like to pop an all singing, all dancing, guaranteed to keep a geriatric horse warm in arctic conditions version on her instead. Out I went, not too windy, whipped the rug off her and threw the new one on - didn't even touch her back before it was blown off. Right more enthusiasm this time, I fling the rug on with all the force I can muster and suddenly the world goes black. I'm covered in rug from head to toe and the neck cover is winding its way round my head and slowly throttling me! When I fight my way out Lizzie shivers slighly and is clearly saying "would you like to share the warmth, it's cold out here?"
"Gerrrrout of it, you **** *****" I mutter (probably muffled through layers of rug)
"Ha ha" mutters Ruby "Fighting talk from the midget in the horse rug" But she lets us in and soon Lizzie is so cosy, only her ears peeping out and off she goes to weather the storm again ("What storm I see no storm?")
Right off to the stables I go and turn Nico out - "Nooooooo its cold out here"
I tell him, I'll be five minutes, he'll barely have time to make a snow angel before I have him tucked up in a nice clean bed with a pile of haylage in front of him.
"Your lying" he mutters, "horses have died of exposure in the time it takes you to muck out, died and been eaten by coyotes I tell you......"



