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.


Rouchswalwe said...


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!