Hello, it’s another Rubí Tuesday blog. This is just a short piece to celebrate the foals’ birthdays. It sounds a bit odd to still keep calling Morris my foal, as he is a big beefy boy who is bigger than me now, but he is always my Morris foal.
Morris was born seven years ago yesterday and Aitana has her seventh birthday today, as they were born on consecutive days thanks to a conspiracy by Matilde and I to coordinate delivery of our foals in order to create the maximum extra work for the Peasant.
For those of you who follow the blog and have seen the Peasant’s account of Aitana’s mange problem this summer, you may observe that she is now mange free and her coat has grown nicely again over the affected areas. Another panic over… Silly horse.
The main thing that has happened recently is that the Peasant has created a corral with electric fence around the house, so we can walk around the house and eat near the foodstore. We also go up and stare through the windows to see what the Peasant is doing, and we bray for carrots.
The Peasant will be writing later in the week: prolly another of his interminable blogs about Brexit 🙂 So this is your only donkey fix for the week. Make the most of it. From 2011, here are foals when they were at their springiest!