Bits and Pieces

 A week ago I railed against the donkey damage.  I'm back.

Four days later, I came upon the scene of busted up plastic bottles in the barn.  They had been sitting on the shelf meant for the fan, which is now in storage for the winter.  The jars held bird seed (a treat for the hens) and a large jug of mineral supplement for the donks.  It was full.  Probably two weeks worth.  Empty.  Gone.

see the front edge chewed off nicely

That was the last straw.  The neighbors probably heard me through closed windows.   Not only could the donkeys OD on supplement, the darn stuff is not cheap.  At that moment I didn't care about the former.

The next day I was able to fling open the pasture gate and say to the hellions, go amuse yourselves on a few inches of snow.

And, a few days later the snow was gone and the big pasture gate closed.  Donkeys sulked.

Yesterday I opened the front donkey gate, allowing them some time to wander the fenced in acreage surrounding the house.  And then what we got was synchronized grazing, the latest Olympic craze.

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I treated myself recently to overalls from Duluth Trading .  Normally I throw on an old (old) pair of sweatpants over p.j.'s to do morning feed.  But they're old enough that often they start to slide down... and down.  Overalls to the rescue!  And warm.  

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What's better on a winter Michigan day than a bowl of homemade soup.

I offer this gem up as a vegan option for your dinner.  Use veg stock and omit the parmesan and voila.

Tuscan Farro Soup