Says let's do something! I say, no sorry, it's about a million degrees outside and I am dying.
Poor mare seemed really bored but with my truck reading 35 degrees Celsius and the weather station saying it's 40 with the humidex I felt somewhat justified in giving her a scratch and a treat and waiting for another day. This feels like Mexico but sadly I still have to work and there are no margaritas on offer.
Please let's do something!:
(Probably hoping it is time for her turn at pasture and cute faces will change the schedule)