This post is supposed to be about morning chores, though, so come along~
First, I let the dogs out so they can play while we feed.
|First stop, the orchard stump. Kersey has been jumping up here for love from me since she was a pup. She's not allowed to jump on me but this gets her up close and personal for scritches and scratches.|
Next stop the chicken pen with the bucket of scraps from last night's dinner (acorn squash and salad).
While I'm feeding the chickens, Kersey catches up to Brett.
|No stump required.|
|Back for more.|
|Sedona is more interested in the cats hiding under the hay shed.|
Next, feeding the rabbits their morning snack.
|Rocky is first to the table. Always.|
|Not in a hurry. Resting on the hutch roof.|
|Jackson gets his hug. He's watching me... he wants a hug from everyone.|
|Jackson lost this shoe. He took pieces of his hoof wall with it. Farrier will be here Friday.|
|In the meantime, I tried to put his EasyBoot on. It no longer fits. Our farrier has worked hard to widen Jackson's little feet. I guess he was successful.|
|Good grief Kersey! More love???|
|My job: mucking|
|Brett's job: feeding (I'm allergic to hay, I'd rather muck)|
|Hay? Did someone say hay?|
|Hurry up with that hay cart!|
|Tuffy makes sure Brett didn't drop any hay. A donkey can always hope.|
|Kalvin is a good eater.|
While Brett sweeps out the barn aisle, I take the dogs up for breakfast.
|Kersey: Breakfast? Did someone say food??|
|Sedona: I'll be there in a minute. I have to check this squirrel hole first.|
|Sedona eats her breakfast laying down, in a very ladylike fashion.|
|Kersey is the exact opposite.|
Next I head over to the goats. Brett will meet me when he's done sweeping the barn.
|...or not. Gave me a heart attack anyway. Stupid stick.|
|Whiskey heads straight for the hay|
|The others are interested in the aspen tree twig I picked.|
|Bella wants to jump out and follow us back to the house. Brett says no.|
|Bella says yes.|
|Guess who won?|