When I looked in the barn this morning, something wasn't right. It took me a few seconds at staring at that horses head way down there. That stall belongs to Cowboy, our pony, who happens to be way too short to hang his head over the stall door. However, I was momentary impressed that Cowboy must have grown without my noticing. Then I remembered Cowboy is 9 years old. Way beyond the years of growing.
The only horse tall enough to stick his head over the stall door was Chase. However, Chase's stall is that first empty stall. That's when it struck me. Chase's stall was empty. The little bugger had opened the stall divider and slipped into Cowboy's stall.
The only horse tall enough to stick his head over the stall door was Chase. However, Chase's stall is that first empty stall. That's when it struck me. Chase's stall was empty. The little bugger had opened the stall divider and slipped into Cowboy's stall.
I've hated the stall dividers from the beginning and told hubby we need to replace them. He baulked at me and said they were fine. Though Cowboy looked a little confused at Chase's presence, they pretty much just stood there looking at me. It's a good thing our horses get along, or else this could have had a worse outcome. Actually, I've been thinking they all get along too well. It's difficult to separate them and when one leaves the barn, the other gets very excited and upset. We really need another barn to separate them. It would do them all good.
In other farm news, June, one of the stray cats is really starting to warm to the family. She now allows us to pet her. We're making progress. My daughter almost broke the trust we had gained with June, by luring her into the house, something absolutely not allowed but that's my child, wants to befriend all the animals.. Anyway, the cat freaked out and flung about the kitchen, literally climbing the walls until finally I caught her in a box and through her outside. We had made such good progress in befriending her that I feared we would have to start all over again. However, she continues to show up on my doorstep eager for food and yes, for a pet now and then.
It's a foggy morning here today, but just as long as it doesn't rain, I'm fine with that. And besides, the weather forecast for the weekend is suppose to be around 16 degrees. I'm super excited for that. Maybe I'll get lots of yardwork done.