|Irwin living it up at the neighbours|
Because of the weather this season, we have only recently been able to get into the paddock to cut the grass, which was about 5 foot high by the time the steep slopes had dried out. It's a really, really steep block. Luckily, I have a mate who has a remote controlled chopping machine that cuts grass/mulch on angles of up to 55 degrees (just Google Remote Vegetation Management).
Anyway, the boys have been - shall we say - living it up a little and have developed some donkey love handles...
|Guinness, "Who you calling fat?"|
They'll be keen to get back before winter creeps in so they can be rugged every night (in their hot pink rugs LOL).
It breaks my heart when I leave them and they chase be down the fence line, braying at me. But I do wonder, it is me or the horse liquorice they're chasing?