Shifts

Dad had business in Birmingham this afternoon, so Dibby and I were put out to graze mid-morning whilst Dad attended to our stables. Dibby soon managed to undo his fly mask and Dad went into the field and put it back on.

Other Dad brought us in at 4.00. Dibby had stayed in his muzzle. We were given a thorough grooming and tea. One day on and then the next one off; it's shifts for cobs.