It's all gone a bit Biblical!

Seriously, we have a plague. A plague of midges has descended on the village, and most of them are in my yard and fields. The neds were going bonkers in the field tonight, and I was anticipating fun and games getting them all in in an orderly fashion, but they were as good as gold.

There was no way I could work with Faith on the yard tonight, so we settled for a lovely groom in her stable. I have bought some beautiful soft goat hair brushes for her. There is a tiny one for her face, which is shaped just like a shoe brush, only much, much softer, which is perfect for her tiny little head. The other one is a body brush. I flicked her over with the flicky dandy brush first which she really likes, then I started using the soft body brush on her. She has a very sensitive groomy strip down the midline of her tummy, and she went into an almost trance like state as I was grooming it with this brush. The goat hair brush also makes a rather mesmerising ssssshhhhh sound as it runs over her hair, and we were both starting to nod off a little, and probably would have if the midges hadn’t of discovered their way into the stable.

After her groom, I decided to start doing a little targeting with her. I have had the lurgey for the past couple of days, and pretty much lost my voice, so I thought that if I couldn’t talk to her, I could at least still click. I have another incredible grooming tool, about the size of a large sponge, and which looks like the result of an unholy union between one of those bobbly bath mats, and a bright pink sea urchin. I thought this was a suitably eye catching yet intriguingly fluffy object (although I am not sure that being intriguingly fluffy is a necessary prerequisite for a target!). Anyhow, she was on it straight away, and did some lovely stretches as part of the bargain. Although we did also have a few minutes where the brim of my baseball cap seemed an even more intriguing target, and she managed to take my cap off a couple of times, and had great fun flapping it about!

As soon as Tilly and Tommy clocked what we were doing, there was lots of whinnying and hopping about, so everybody had to have a go. Eventually I had to stop, as midges seem to adore the tops of my ears!