Bit of a strange 'will she? won't she?' day to today with Bert. I kept thinking I might have to spring into action - about 4pm lots of rolling was going on and I did have a little chat with Bert and told her to either have it immediately or hang on for a couple of hours as we were awaiting the arrival of Reddingvale and I know Andy is something of a dab hand at delivering cria at the moment - has 'em out and running before a vet has a chance to appear on the scene, whatever the presentation!
Well, she held on and Viv and Andy arrived to perform a little mating - not personally of course! I as usual was very jealous of their van - particularly the number plate.
Anyway, successful mating, biscuits eaten, coffee drunk - time to have a look at the babies. No one behaved themselves very well - Flamenco, Lina and Emily were all trying to mate with each other. Lina ran round screeching and trying to bite Emily's ear off. Tilbo hobbled, String ran away - general disorganised chaos really! In my dreams I would be walking round elegantly in denim shorts, stilettos and wearing a diamante stetson whilst gesturing elegantly at peacefully grazing, immaculate cria and their mums with visitors sighing, "Ohh! the crimp is outstanding! Gosh, I can't believe the lustre! That's a Supreme Champion if ever I saw one! Just feel the density, Malcolm . . . " Ah, well - probably twist my ankle and fall flat on my face!
. . . and as Viv and Andy drove off into the setting sun Bertie rolled . . . then rolled again . . . then farted loudly!
A better penning solution! - After a long "family illness" and a subsequent reduction of our herd, I am back to report a more recent enhancement to Easter-Wood. One of the problems we ...
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