For a while now the med bay and the tack room have been knocked into one big bale store which means that the two stables are empty (another tale) and the horses evicted to the fields (or not depending on their ability to jump or find the holes cut into the fence by the firebrigade and which yours truly promptly forgot about) where they look longingly at the huge stock pile of fodder and plot ways of getting at it. Now for reasons known only to myself the last lot of bales arrived and instead of negotiating the narrow back passage (ooooh matron) to the now bale store I stuck them in the front stable (this does have a relevance to the story bear with) with the best of intentions to clear out the new now nearly empty bale store before putting the newly arrived bales back into the proper bale store. Makes sense to me. Anyway I'll move on. Thanks to the judicious use of a JCB the rear entrance to med bay is now HUGE and flat and begging to be extended hence the above pic where spare bits of previous builds are being put to good use and a small building destined to be the hiding place for the Kat is under construction. While this was going on the number one pain in the ass equine Will.I.Am was conspicuous by his horse sized hole in my life. It was only the sound of contented munching that gave him away.
Here he is, the working end anyway, clearing up and adding to the mess in the bale store. The fat pony paused for a second pondering having a look to see if he had been busted but being the lazy sort thought it too much effort to turn around. I could have evicted him but as it was in here he was out of my way so left him to it.
Here he is inspecting the slow progress and wondering why the big door is suddenly inoperable.
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