We’re still all quarantined out in the pastures, so it’s been difficult to get enthusiasm for hauling tons of tack down there to ride out on the streets in the pouring rain. *sigh*
Yesterday I was feeding Kip near Phil’s car, parked in the lane; Phil was talking to me and then, feeling cold, slammed the car door. Kip jumped sky-high, tearing deep divots out of the soaking grass. Then rather than just going back to his feed, he turned around and glared at Phil, obviously for slamming the door. Ears back, nose wrinkled up, total black look which he held for several seconds as he looked at Phil, before going back to his food. We both just fell about laughing, it was so funny and SO un-horselike. He is a total character.
In other news, someone I’d written about the giant African rats finally wrote back – they have two for sale, eleven months old, a male and female. Phil wrote her and we’re waiting to hear back.