We went the whole bleeping winter. Waiting for him to get it. Living in a bleeping swamp. With his four beautiful white socks. And he gets it one bleeping bleeping week before the bleeping weather clears up, the whole bleeping yard is wormed, and then moved to new lush, green grazing.
Gutted is not the word.
Please imagine all bleeps to be the most creative, fruity swears you have ever heard.
I’m keeping him in until Tuesday after the weather has cleared. Wondering how to treat it other than keeping it clean and dry. He won’t be moving to his new field until Saturday. Wondering if I should keep him in until then? He doesn’t turn into a nutter if he’s in for a while. I can graze him in-hand a little until Sat when he moves.
Gutted is not the word.
Please imagine all bleeps to be the most creative, fruity swears you have ever heard.
I’m keeping him in until Tuesday after the weather has cleared. Wondering how to treat it other than keeping it clean and dry. He won’t be moving to his new field until Saturday. Wondering if I should keep him in until then? He doesn’t turn into a nutter if he’s in for a while. I can graze him in-hand a little until Sat when he moves.