We went to a potluck dinner at the community clubhouse and while there, it started to rain. Not much, but enough to chill us thoroughly. Brett woke up in the middle of the night and thought it was snowing -- and I believed him. It was that cold.
Sunday, we spent most of the day living in the middle of the clouds. This happens often; it is part of the deal when you live on top of a mountain. Clouds tend to sit there. We brought the horses into the barn Saturday night and opened the gate to Kalvin's paddock so he could run around the pasture if he wanted between downpours. Apparently, he felt Brett needed more projects. He busted the wood barrier that gives the donkeys a safe haven in their stall. The wood was broken in half (looks like he chewed it and then bashed through it) and the donkey turnout was full of Kalvin's manure.
We put Kalvin back in his paddock and Brett set to work replacing the piece of wood. This time he used a piece of vinyl fencepost so it won't get chewed up. Flash and Tuffy inspected it --
|On second thought, I think Flash is inspecting the fly mask.|
Lastly, as I was coming back up to the house after breakfast I noticed this bird in one of the trees. I've never seen it before. Any idea what kind it is? TexWisGirl?