Finally

Poor Thomas!

Rain, snow and bad ice has stopped play these last few days so Dudley has been having duvet days as the field has been a relative bog.  I don`t think he`s minded too much as he`s been out for part of the day at least every other day.  Today the weather is fine so he is out all day - after a trundle round the block.  He could hear the other horses being led to the field and obviously thought he should go next.  I was still mucking out though so he launched a creep campaign in the hope of expediting his release.  Creeping usually involves little nudges with his nose and grooming of whichever bit of skin he can find, often the nape of my neck, which is naughty but nice.

Bad Girls!

Simon

Spring is clearly in the air and the chickens are broody and nesting.  Their favourite place at the moment seems to be on top of my hay bales behind the nets.  The racket they make is unbelievable; two broody hens and a vocal cockerel makes for quite a din!  One of the hens favours Thomas`s haybar, which is the reason Deana thinks that the boy poor is so neurotic about putting his head in it!  The poor lad had a cat on his window and a hen on his door this morning!


Out on our hack and Dudley is in ignore mode.  Cue the usual argument and then suddenly it seemed to occur to him that the sooner this was over with, the sooner he would be at liberty in the field - and as Lady was also out, that was quite a good prospect!  He continued at a good pace all the way round, even taking to trot when asked.  He didn`t object when I suddenly ducked and grabbed his reins when  fighter jet suddenly appeared overhead, nor did he flinch when the Landy skidded to slow down beside us.  He didn`t even seem to mind the noisy tractor and trailer that trundled out of the side road towards us.  No, he was on a mission and it was completed in very good time!