It’s 81℉ and it’s barely 8 o’clock! I’m glad I’ll have a cool spot under the hay barn. Here I am, after my “morning constitutional” (a roll in the dust as soon as I’m let out of my stall):The riding arena is open and airing out—but even then it might be too hot for anyone to be ridden:
We’ve named the chick with the lightest feathers Brunhilda:
She likes high places. As you see, she was on the perching stick. 🐥
And there she is on top of the waterer! 🐥