Bear bonked his eye late last night which required remedies and monitoring and then Kyra's ear got red and itchy and gunky and required cleaning and more remedies.
Rafer Johnson let himself into the back field and then Redford pitched a fit, followed by Keil Bay giving me his "you let THEM do anything they want" and so I opened up the entire farm to all of them this evening.
Salina lost track of where the donkeys were and started trotting up and down the paddock, whinnying wildly and whirling around at each end so fast I couldn't get her stopped to show her that they had not disappeared but were in back with the geldings.
About the time I got the donkeys to actually show their faces and relieve her anxiety, Rafer decided to let himself into the barnyard to the one place she couldn't follow and he HID in the hay tent!
Finally they're all fed and out and hopefully will enjoy the temperature dropping into the low 50s tonight. I just came in and discovered that someone is getting to the blog by searching for "Apache Moon Festival" and I'm thinking - did that pony go and set up some big party without letting me know???
I would not be surprised at anything this crew pulls today.
billie hinton’s camera-obscura:
life and lessons on November Hill Farm
8 comments:
We had a big of a wild day ourselves yesterday - perhaps it's the weather changing, or the light, or who knows?
I hope today goes a little more smoothly than yesterday. One thing is for sure they do keep us busy and amused.
Kate, you're probably right. The season is beginning to shift and they all seem to be "waking up" to the possibility that the heat is nearing an end.
It's still early, Arlene, but today is a bit calmer thus far... :)
Well over on our side of the ocean we had a storm yesterday, the first big one of the autumn. Seasons changing. I love the image of Rafer hiding from Salina.
Maire, I wish I had a video. I've not seen him do anything quite so... rebellious! before. I'm wondering if he's hitting donkey adolescence.
Billie, how chaotic! Who knew Rafer was a rebel to the core? Autumn slips in and goofiness emerges - Jack is no longer dawdling over his dinner, he's bolting everything down, complete with alarming sound effects.
Sheaffer, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it - but I think you have nailed it. Autumn is making all of us a bit silly after this long, hot summer. I hope Jack's renewed zest for dinner does him good and does not provoke The Woman to use the dreaded D-word!
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