Wiggle and Sofy are now sulking. This afternoon I put up the temporary fence, to stop them turning the grass into a muddy swamp during the winter. Once I'd finished, they both came out to stand and stare at the grass they couldn't walk on:
Wiggle sniffed around:
While Sofy was still staring at the grass, Wiggle was looking for an escape route:
Sofy was deep in thought, maybe thinking back to last year - when she went on wee-strike for a month!
