Talk to the Hand - or in this case the curry comb

Yesterday I made the comment that I was not sure whether Bridgie was hanging close by while I was poo picking because she wanted skitches or food.

There is now incontravertible proof that it is the skitches which is the attraction. Yesterday I went out poo picking without brushes in hand. Ponies (all of the fat ladies and Sparrow) rocked up for a smooch.

Very quickly, once it was noted that I was not dispensing coat massages they all pissed off and ignored me for the rest of the afternoon.

Nice to know when you are wanted. The world runs on ulterior motives.

Bloody cold here today. Still snow on the tops of the Tararuas.