Anything you can do......

I brought the neds in early this evening in an effort to avoid the flies (just where are the Swallows when you need them?). I gave Faith a lovely groom while she was loose on the yard, and picked up her feet.

I started work on her tail, but she just wasn’t settling and becoming relaxed. I think I am ‘wanting’ it a little too much, and perhaps she is feeling a little too pressured, so I stopped that completely for this evening.

I haven’t been sleeping well recently, and little’un has had me up at night as he has a dose of the lurgey, consequently, I just feel completely knackered. So I went across to the far side of the yard, and plonked myself on a jump block, and satisfied myself with simply admiring my horses.

I could see that Faith wanted to join me on ‘that’ side of the yard. This would of course mean crossing the ‘drain of doom’ to do so. She spent some time chatting with Tilly and Tommy, then went and spied on the neighbours a bit. However, I noticed that she kept looking over at where I was sitting, and would periodically walk up to the drain and paw the ground.

So I got up and crossed the yard and gave her some scratches and a bit of carrot, then went back over to the other side, and invited her over to me with my body language. Faith thought about it for a bit, then calm as you like crossed the ‘drain of doom’ to the other side of the yard. Cue lots of fuss and scratches.

I have a small tarpaulin on the ground inside our open fronted bit. There is a pile of loose bedding on it that spilled out of the bedding bags that the mice destroyed. Now that a lot of the bedding has been used up, a fair bit of tarp is visible. As Faith was clearly of a mind to explore this side of the yard, I encouraged her to stay close to me as I touched it with my toe. Faith looked at me, then decided that the wheelbarrows were more worthy of her attention, and wondered off to peruse those.

After a little while, I asked her to come back into her stable so I could give her her tea. She stood looking at me thoughtfully, walked away from me, touched the corner of the tarpaulin with her nose, crossed the ‘drain of doom’, calm as you like, and put herself to bed. Clever, clever girl!