We had a big storm on Friday night - and Maraschino not only had a bout of colic but the power also went out, so once I stopped checking on Maraschino (he came right), we cooked a boiled egg for dinner on bread and ate by candlelight.
On Sunday - it's still blowing now - hasn't let up since Friday night and not likely to until Friday apparently. Equinox storm apparently, anyway - on Sunday we heard the steam train and went out to look at it but we missed it - and Dante's face says it all about his cat house.
The Mickey trap in the barn caught one (peanut butter does the trick nicely) and George kindly disposed of Mickey today.
The plovers have laid 3 eggs in the nest in the grass in the round pen (not too clever) but so far they have managed to chase the horses away from them - quite amazing really.
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