It’s a dreary Sunday morning, like the past several days. Betty is where she normally is on days like this:
Mary and Mara have put a heater in the new tank. Soon we’ll have 3 sources of water:
And Chezzie’s going to be in his stall today. His foot hurts. We think he slipped on the ice, so we’ll keep him off it for a while:
But he’s had medicine, and hay, and we’ll visit him often. 🐎
Now, let’s watch the hens come out in the morning (despite Baldy blocking the door):
🐔