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Although the cows at La Singlarie are free ranging the fields there is not a lot of grass for them so hay is on the menu from now on. Now hay does vary, some is delicious we can't get enough of it and some is well were hungry so we will eat it, some is a bit brambly and weedy and some bits may not of dried out enough when it was bailed. The later was served to the cows the other day.

They sifted through the good bits and left the bad bits which have to be taken away and disposed of, usually to be burnt. A pile of old wood, off cuts from the laurel bushes and weeds has been built in the small field where the donkeys are waiting to be burnt. This is where the old hay has been placed as well. Only a donkey would eat this hay, two donkeys who are so starved they forget the morning and evening ritual of carrot and fresh hay given and have been relegated to eat the left overs.

If they had the number for the SPA here I'm sure they would be on the phone constantly, (also if they didn't have hooves - bit difficult to push buttons with) with the plight of "oh we had to eat mouldy hay today" or " we have to drink from where the ducks have put their beaks" or "we have to put up with chickens and cats roaming our field" to "we were shut out of the hanger while a cow recuperated from surgery". They do need to be careful those donkeys, smoked chorizo?
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