We brought the horses in from the field today in preparation for the ferrier's visit, and only then did we realize what a sorry state they were all in. They were all nice and plump and healthy, but their manes and tails were covered in burs and the walls of their hooves were so badly damaged. We gave them all a good brushing so they looked half decent for the ferrier. Actually, we do it for them. They like to look nice for the ferrier. Who wouldn't when your ferrier looks like this.
Never mind they are all boys. You should see how they drool over him when he's giving them a pedicure. And yes, I do realize how lucky I am to have a ferrier who looks like this. Alas, if only I were twenty years younger, twenty pounds lighter and twenty-something years less married. I guess I'll leave him to the youngin's whom the oldest continually found excuses to wander into the barn to admire his backside. They aren't the only ones to enjoy his visits.
These two were more than happy to clean up after him. The kitten wasn't eating hoof droppings (at least I don't think so), she is just so nosy and wants to make sure she isn't missing out on some delicious delicacy.
Ha! "20 years younger, 20 pounds lighter, and twenty-something years less married!" You made me smile.
You can still enjoy the view, darling. Ain't no harm in looking. :)
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I live a very simple life on a small hobby farm along with my husband, three kids, and an assortment of animals. Life may be simple but I love every minute of it.