I wonder if Brunhilda knows that the cat food she’s wolfing down is made from chicken?
Today is farrier day. Iris stands patiently while our friend Travis trims her hooves:
And so does Henry:
We either stand quietly, like Stormy, and wait our turn:
Or finish our breakfast hay, like RC:
I’m peeking around while my stall is being cleaned:
Other than that, it’s a cool, drizzly day outside, so Pumpkin and Zelda are staying cozy in the hay barn:
And here’s a picture, taken earlier, of Schroeder guarding our breakfast grain:
He takes his job as Security Chief seriously! 😺