Broke the ice in the trough by the main entrance, some pretty big chunks in there. The drop in level seemed to start an incoming trickle. Then marched up to the top trough, found the ponies, and broke the ice, with an hilarious joke, no okay in the trough. Again pretty much frozen solid with loads of thick ice and somehow my rubber gloves had fallen out of my pocket so had to get my hands wet (and very cold!). The trough surrounds are all littered with broken bits of ice with the weather failing to melt them all. After that the girls came over quickly and started drinking contentedly.
They were looking well, inquisitive and alert. Flam looks like she's been rolling in mud as her coat is slightly matted in places.
Think I spotted the hen harrier agilely nipping around the sky.
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