Our large group of females have turned one corner of their 9 acre field to mud as they wait near the gate for their feed twice a day and gather round their hay feeders, thankfully the rest of the farm isn't too bad. We're lucky to have got away with just a bit of damage.
I have decided not to move them into a different field for the time being, on the basis that they're at least eating lots of good quality hay, which is keeping them warm and in good condition, and they're only trashing one field in the process. It also makes taking hay out to them with a wheelbarrow a bit easier for me, being downhill. The other fields are 'resting' ready to receive them in the Spring, if it ever comes! I may well change my mind on that one though.
The wind outside right now is roaring like a freight train, it's very dark, so I can't see what's going on, but I'm sure there'll be more damage to find in the morning. Blimey sounds like a tornado! More fencing, more trees - hopefully not more of our shelters....
The weanlings are now more or less halter trained and are getting used to me picking up their feet whilst being tied up. I've entered 3 of them into the National Show and older ones too, 10 altogether - I hope it's a bit dryer by then, they don't look up to much at the moment!
It's gone all quiet outside now - I'm tempted to go and see if everyone's OK out there ...
|The river Meon at Droxford - this bits usually the picnic area ...
|The girls - any more breakfast?
|So filthy, I can't really tell who is who to be honest!
|A brief glimpse of the sun - Cotton Fields and Enigma studying the cat on the other side of the gate
|Stylish topknots girls!
|Much more stylish bums - the weanlings on a rare dry morning!
|The weanlings playing King of the Castle - Talisman reigns supreme!
|Another view of our Meon River in flood