Mum Should I go and get the duster?
Those were the words of my youngest when we ended up covered in super-phosphate the other day. My neighbour across the road had decided his pastures were badly in need of an autumn boost. He was happy out there with the tractor and the spreader getting the job done - my poor Mum thought there was a big fire! Well no the wind shifted direction and our place ended up being fertilised as well as us. Michelle was trying to figure out whether or not she would grow taller after I explained that it was fertiliser to make the grass grow tall. And of course the duster comment was added to that.
Sasha was too busy eating her new grass to care much about that silly old tractor and the fertilising stuff. It's been a long struggle with this beautiful lady. Sasha had a terrible winter last year and on top of everything else she had ended up with an abscess in her withers. Finally she has healed up and put on some weight. We're going to be moving her off the farm today to go and join Edward along the road on a neighbours 5 acres. They have grass past their knees. The winter covers have now gone on as the nights now are getting too cold for the two old horse. Sasha is rising 24 this year and Edward will be 29. I'd love a younger horse to ride later on - but for now I'll just enjoy my two oldies and the fun they bring.
And this is the last photo I had taken of little Yowie just the day before she died. Cute there in her very small box letting me know she was being interrupted and wanted to get back to her sleeping. Hope everyone's well and having a happy day. I certainly intend to.