Friday 22 January 2010

Down the road, late afternoon.

Mildness and murk, and just as far as the corner of our field.  Mol shakes her head in the damp air, and I insist she stays out of the mud.

3 comments:

Rouchswalwe said...

Pleeease!

The Crow said...

I hope Mol's ear is doing better, bless her heart. Animals are such good little troopers about these things; better than I am, anyway.

Lucy said...

Thanks friends.

She managed some kind of walk even when she was most afflicted, and always absorbed her regular sniffs and smells and stoppign places. I tended to think walking was probably good to get things moving with the ear. Now she's rather making up for lost time!