Morning Snooze

Cold weather has arrived and we got our first heavy frost Sunday night.  Except for the greens, my garden is finished.  Each night has been dipping down in the 30’s and we spent part of Sunday going through the horse blankets and assigning each one to a horse and debating on how many more we’ll need to buy before winter.  These are sure signs that winter is coming.

But even if I didn’t know about seasons and thermometers, the herd is a pretty darned good barometer.  Not only are they starting to grow thick winter coats, but every morning following a chilly night, I can find the herd dozing in the sun on the eastern side of the hill of death – the first place in the pasture to get sun each morning.

 

By the way, Patrick is in LOVE with Miss Molly.   He flirts with her constantly and she tolerates him as long as he’s not too annoying.

 

Poor Jewel.  She never rests and is always on the lookout for danger.  Or food.  Whichever comes first.

 

Miles the mustang, standing apart from the herd because his best buddies are already in the yard chowing down on breakfast.  He’s fit himself neatly into Junior’s clique, and doesn’t like to be apart from Semi, Classy, or Junior. 

 

As I was snapping these pictures early this morning I heard a whinny coming from the back pasture, and turned to see Lilo running down to the fence, eager for breakfast.

 

Apparently, I was supposed to feed her before doing ANYTHING else.  I guess I need to get my priorities straight!

As a side note, we may have a new farrier!  He’s supposed to be coming on Thursday, so keep your fingers crossed that he actually shows up!  Donkey sure does need a trim!

Sadie Update

As you can see, Sadie is just about healed up from her encounter with a mountain lion.

 

She healed up very well, considering she ripped out most her stitches three days after Doc stitched her up.  What you see there is only holding on to one side of the wound.  Anne keeps telling me she wants to come out and remove the stitches herself, but… ahem.  Anne?  Oh, ANNE!  Where are you, Anne??

Oh, there you are, buried under 16 hour days at work and three hours of sleep for the past two weeks.  I guess we’ll forgive you.

 

Anyways. 

As you can also tell, Sadie’s personality hasn’t changed at all due to the penicillin shots and gooey antibiotic being rubbed onto the wound twice a day.   She’s still an attention whore.

 

And an itchy butt slut.

 

We tried leaving her, but she just kept getting in front of us and herding us back together in order to scratch her butt more. 

 

 

Once you’ve become a Sadie slave, you’re always a Sadie slave.  There’s no escaping her merciless nudging, nuzzling, an pathetic looks with those big brown eyes of hers. 

At least Stride and Lilo haven’t fallen into her trap yet.