Dismal

A dismal start to the day, dull, dark, dank and drizzling. Cobs are fond of alliteration. When Dad arrived before nine he found Edward had kicked some long fencing rails down overnight and the fence was left invitingly open. Once Other Dad arrived to assist, Dad had a go at running repairs with his hammer and pliers before we could be put out to graze. When that was done and we were out, he could attend to our stables, water and feeds. Such are the privileges and entitlements of cob ownership.