“Good morning! Francis asked me to do the honors today, because he’s having a bit of a yawning fit.”
Thank you, Buttons. We were all up late last night:
We’ve all been eating too much sweet spring grass, and that gave Rose sore ankles. Ann put her in the run and gave her some Banamine (it’s like horse ibuprofen):
So Ann is keeping an eye on us all—but once we start eating that delicious grass, it’s hard to pull us in from the pasture (and staying in the stall all day makes us just too sad). 😿