Where has spring gone?

The youngsters seem nicely settled in their new paddock, even Aodhfin, who took great delight in greeting me as I walked along the edge of the field. I'm sure he was reminding me that he didn't like the nasty man that dragged and carried him down there!

Willow is quite clearly finding the last three weeks of her pregnancy hard work, she was the same when she was carrying Chiquita. Like most pregnant women I suppose just wants to get it out now.

Molly very obliging kept her legs crossed, and didn't decide to produce whilst I was at the vets with Twiggy, I think the very cold and windy day put her well and truly off. Its a good job really because any cria would get blown off their little legs. We also had a hail shower this afternoon which caused everyone to go running for shelter.

Going back to Twiggy, my little puddy cat, she was very well behaved at the vets this morning. Sadly the same can't be said for the journey there, before we were half a mile down the road she had been sick then lets just say things got a bit smelly!

Lucky for the vet and everyone else in there I know Twiggy well, and had taken cleaning materials with me and a fresh blanket for her box. It turns out as suspected she does have hypothyroidism. Hopefully it will be treatable with medication and she won't need surgery, but I have got to speak to the vet tomorrow.