Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Brains of a rocking horse

Its raining stair rods, you can see them. So much water is falling that our remaining ducks have taken to a life raft, every living creature has sought shelter, yours truly included (under the eaves of the stable) The only signs of life in the yard which is a sea of frothing mud are two equines who, combined, have less brains than my old wooden rocking horse. Chester is over at the hayledge bale stuffing it in just in case something else eats a ton of it without him looking, this is despite him having a warm stable with ample portions of hayledge in the feeder. Misty on the other hoof takes stupidity to a higher level. You can see the rain puddling on the middle of her back (she is as wide as she is long, and thinking about it, is as wide as tall) All she needs to do to get a little bit dryer is take two paces forward and enter the stall that should have the soggy race horse in, or one step forward to get under the eaves where I am currently hiding.

1 comment:

margeaux said...

laughing until i have to pee... i love misty...