I laughed out loud when I saw who was greeting me at the field gate this morning.

You have to hand it to Gussie, no one gets in the way of his breakfast.  Unlike the others, he has no fear of the horses or ponies.  Food is his motivator.

Ditto everyone else.

It was a very midgey day – bitey little bar stewards.  When I went outside I was suddenly attacked by sharp tiny needles.  It was screamingly awful.  So I went back inside, to find my invaluable mosquito net for protection.

Lambie particularly hates this weather. He goes into a complete decline and just wants out so he can find the highest spot on the hill that might have some wind.  I let him out and he ran off never looking back.

Later, I came back from packing veg to find that Lambie had moved nearer the house again, so I shouted over to him that he could come home if he wanted.  There was now a slight breeze so the midges had gone and he seemed much happier about life.

He pottered back.

Like a good boy.  Lambie knows the drill and he asked to go in with the others in their field.

Poo-picking and I found Tiddles, as usual, by himself.  I wonder why he’s not interested in the new long grass.  He seems perfectly content to eat the very short, almost invisible stuff.  The others are the same.  They are not very keen to eat it either.  Not obsessed, like usual.  I brought them all up last night and put them in their paddock so they could have some time off from the grass.  I might do the same tonight, if I can persuade them again.