Goosey Goosey Gander...

I am pleased to say I am feeling better, but not much.  On Monday evening Mr O brought Barnaby in from the field for me to ride him.  As he came round the corner of the barn my face split into a huge grin.  I feel as though I haven't seen him for weeks.  I have to say, he looked a bit scruffy!  He desperately needs hogging and a leg shave (who doesn't?!) and didn't look terribly clean, but still.  He looked quite pleased to see me, anyway. 
I tied him up and groomed him and gave him lots of cuddles.  I feel as if I've been asleep for ever.  Call me Sleeping Beauty Rip Van Winkle.  When we rode out, it seemed as if everything has turned a tropical green.  I know it has rained quite a bit, but good grief! 
I've managed to lunge Barnaby yesterday, but I had to get Hugo ready for Nicky to school him in the morning (Missis is in Canada all week) and by the time I'd done it I was exhausted.
I am improving every day, but I am annoyed at how long it's taking to get better.  I've been able to do some gardening today, but only by sitting in a chair!  Oh dear, poor invalid me.
But I have something to show you.  Last week, as a very spur of the moment thing, Pongo and Missis bought some goslings.  They were a week old, but since I've been ill they seem to have grown enormously.  They're very similar to how the ducklings looked, but their beaks are a completely different shape.  Have a look:

They don't know what breed they are, and no one's going to know if they're male or female until they're fully grown.

And where are they going to live?  And who's going to be cleaning them out?  Hmmm.  Another bright idea, then.  It's a good job they're cute, isn't it?   They're very timid, actually, so I'm sitting with them for a little while every day, so they get used to me. 
Well I'm off for yet another early night. 
Mrs O.