There was a complete betrayal on the part of the weather today. Spring was recalled and a cold rain blew in on an even colder wind. The others went out in the paddock but I spent most of the day in the run-in, chewing on some hay the woman provided. The grass is so green and lush that there has been talk of the "Best Friends" grazing muzzle. I despise the wretched thing. I'm also very much afraid of being at the mercies of the lunatic mule, with only one of my ends able to defend the rest of me.
A large cat called a cougar/puma/mountain lion, depending on who you speak to, has been seen north of here. TJ was very curious and I tried to explain that it wasn't quite like the grey feline who lives in the house. He still bears the faint scars of her very sharp nails but of course that doesn't deter him in the least. "oh yeah", he said "i hope it comes here so i can whup it. i'm gonna grab its tale and spin it reel fast like doc on the rope thing. then bimbamboom, i'm gonna stomp it and then i'm gonna tro it over the fence". Oh Lord. Maybe I'll just try to send the large cat a message and ask it to please stop by the paddock and have a light, furry mule snack.
On a lighter note, I've been officially invited to take part in the Sports Day Parade in early June. I am to wear some sort of costume - I have hopes of a shooting jacket and pith helmet. With any luck it won't be -10 degrees with a savage north wind. I enjoyed my last parade but not the icy footing and threat of frostbite.