Our new mower arrived this week – red, to go with the new blue tractor, a very democratic mix.
Rowan’s been out and about, mowing the headlands:
And I wasn’t going to post this, but in a previous post I mentioned how the arrival of spring has caused Smitty’s winter coat to fall out in chunks. Yesterday I combed him, and finished up with a bucket full of fur which went on the compost. He was horrified when I took a photo of him, tried to rush away. He didn’t even pause to finish the mouthful of grass. He’s such a vain little horse, and he’ll probably sue me for humiliation and hurt feelings, but this is what a horse looks like when he’s changing his clothes: