Little Voice

I got my first neigh from Faith yesterday evening. Now I was expecting something high pitched and ladylike from her. So when this deep, throaty rumble emerged, I nearly dropped! Someone has been buying my little mare the odd sneaky packet of ciggies!

Hoof picking has become the most boring thing on the planet, which is just as well, as we have had a bit of rain recently, and if I let the clay soil dry in the horse’s hooves, nothing short of a pneumatic drill will get it out!

Poor Faith has been coming in with the odd bite mark recently. I think she has been pushing her luck a bit with the other two. Tonight I was really pleased that she let me put some Dermoline on the baldy bits, so hopefully the hair will grow back quickly.