I come home from work on another wet day. As I get out of the jeep, I hear loud whinnying coming from the back field. My two mares are telling me they have had enough and they want to come in. I change my shoes for wellies and go to the yard. I put piles of hay in the stables. Minnie and Cassie are waiting by the gate. Cassie is in a hurry and trots straight into her stable. Minnie follows, head lowered against the rain.
I take their rugs off and hang them out to dry. Cassie is still very sleek, she hasn’t really grown a winter coat and her neck and mane dry quickly. Minnie has a deep, velvety coat that curls when it’s wet. Her mane is so thick that it keeps the left side of her neck almost dry underneath.
There is not much we can do on days like this. Just spend time in the stable, groom, clean the mud of their legs, enjoy their gentle presence and the air of contentment they radiate munching their hay.
Zebby is content too. Watching the rain from the cosy warmth of the hay shed.