The crocs are still winning, which means my barn should be empty of at least the boys at night. Is it? No!
Every morning after yet again mucking out their pen, I say tonight’s the night boys, your staying out. Even one less pen to muck out would be a bonus, it is starting to feel like they’ve all been in for ever.
So I tell the boys it’s nice and dry, you have a field shelter with hay racks full of ...Continue Reading →