Today the dogs and I had the first walk some time where we didn't return drenched. We have got off very lightly compared with those for whom the floods have brought destruction and danger; we have merely suffered road flooding and a new damp area in the house. It was a joy to be able to use a camera again, and this morning was the first time Trigger was able to go and see his madam friends for a week. We combined his collection later this afternoon with our walk:
I like this one in black and white too:
The Devon Air Ambulance off to save someone again:
Jack found a sheep bone:
The pair of them were delighted not to battle the elements today.
The ponies heard us coming:
On the way home, Jack stole a foil food container from a bin bag, mistakenly put out on Monday when it was actually a garden waste collection day:
Trigger is looking woolly and is also enjoying the lack of rain today. I've had to dump the rope halter in favour of a more traditional one for the moment as I have a very small window of opportunity to catch him and get him out of the field, and knotting the rope one takes too long.
We saw a sweet foal hiding in the long grass before we got home:
Over the weekend, perhaps burning the Christmas tree in the garden wasn't the best idea....
Jack has been habitually escaping from the garden so we've had to put up unattractive chicken wire on top of the wall we mistakenly thought could contain him. The only up side to this is its new status as bird perch:
It's raining again. Sigh. Until next time, here are those two boys working together rodent hunting. For the first time ever, I saw their intended target, who trotted out of this tussock across the path and into another. The dogs didn't notice and were still snuffling and pouncing five minutes later. Useless.