|If the sun had ever come out, it would have been nice to sit here by the creek. The B & B was in a beautiful place, right on a creek.|
Chores last night and this morning were not fun. I bought a pair of new muck boots at a farm store we discovered in Paso Robles. We spent almost as much time there as we did at wineries. The new super cute boots are now covered in mud.
The chicken pen usually dries out quickly. Maybe friction from all those chicken feet running around creates heat... But this time, I stepped into the pen and sunk a few inches. Even the eggs in the nice clean, dry, hay lined nesting boxes were muddy.
Jackson had been confined to stall rest in our absence. He was giving me the "get me out of here" eye. So, I took him for a walk so he could stretch his legs and I could assess his foot. My nice calm, level-headed Paint horse had disappeared. In his place was a high spirited, cabin fever suffering beast. I thought about getting a stud chain at one point. Fortunately, he did listen and walk appropriately in terms of not crowding or charging but I could feel his energy vibrating through the lead line and pulsing through his body. Oh, and he was not lame at all. No, no, he was ready to dance. I left the bandage on his foot since it is keeping the hoof clean. The turnouts behind the stalls are sloppy and the pasture is half covered with a film of water. The ground just can't seem to absorb anymore moisture.
This morning I took the blankets off of the horses before leaving for work. It is supposed to be sunny and warm this afternoon. Jackson was so nice and clean under his blanket... I know what I'm going to find when I get home and it won't be pretty.
Did I mention that I am SICK of mud??!