I agonised yesterday evening over whether or not to throw the winter rugs on the horses. However, the skies were clear and it was a fairly warm evening so, eventually, I made the decision to leave them naked for the night.
So of course, in the tradition of Murphy's Law, irony, or just plain old pain in the butt-ism, in the early hours of the morning there's a massive clap of thunder & the rain starts bucketing down.
This is the sight that greeted me when I arrived out the paddock...
my cousin bringing him up to towel him off
Enjoying a neck rub
and then he goes and makes himself look live even more of a dork by rolling and making his ear disappear!
Thanks Rex, I love you too!
Oh and just as a side note, I am very aware that he is in need of some muscling, he's been out of a work for a few months, I've just started bringing him in to light work again.