Content warning: small bird death
Got woken up at 6 by a distraught Mrs Horse who wanted me to stop Mr Socks from mauling a baby bluetit. Which I did, but it was too late for the poor bird. Mrs Horse refused to accept that and put it in a cardboard box to wait for the vet to open. Sadly it didn’t make it. Now she’s upset and struggling to make peace with the fact our cat does cat stuff while Mr Socks struts round like he’s a hero. He’s normally scared of birds so felling even a tiny one is a victory in his savage cat brain.
In other news during the fence painting yesterday I managed to get sunburn all across my back. Hope no one tries to zoom call me at work as I’ll be sat topless all day trying not to let my back touch anything. I am not smart.
This is all the horse news for today. You read it: you can’t unread it. Hope you’re all well.