Today was a real scorcher, so I popped onto the marsh this evening to check on how things were there.
After winning a trip to the farm and a free hoof manicure, a couple of weeks ago, Rose and her calf arrived back on the marsh this Tuesday. Ellen went along too because she didn’t want to leave her mum.
This is Tyson. I reckon I know what’s likely to be going through his mind here: he’s awaiting his chance to catch me off guard. If I don’t make sure he knows I have my eye on him, he sneaks up and nudges me from behind; fortunately, he hasn’t nudged me with the pointy part of his horn, like I’ve watched him do to his herd-mates. If he doesn’t nudge, he creeps… Read More