All's Well On the Teeny Tiny Farm

 Holy moly, it's been too long since we last spoke.  But not a lot has happened.  Besides holidays.  And the fickleness of Michigan weather.  Snow, ice, rain and now balmy temps.

I will say it feels so good to see Gabby displaying her normal behavior, all healed from her abcesses - yes plural.  Even in the rain and snow she is now first at the gate at mealtimes, as it should be.

Well, in transferring this video to the blog I'm finding a new technical development.  I just got a new phone last week, transferred all data from the old one and when I plug the phone into the PC to transfer photos/videos into my blog file, the new phone turns up empty (even though I can see the photos and videos on the phone).  I just used the old phone to retrieve this video.  This presents a serious hurdle for many applications.  Yikes!  I'd better figure this one out, although at the moment I'm clueless.   

I've told you before how goofy the chickens are when it comes to their water.  Always liking the donkey trough.  Here they crowd around their own waterer just because its outside and on the ground (during the swishing out the debris and refilling process).  So goofy.

I have to tell you I'm becoming partial to Ethel, for apparently no reason except she's a wallflower.  Letting everyone else step forward to get treats.

 So I'm always checking with her to make sure she has gotten a portion of treats, although the conversation seems a bit one-sided.

Pippi is simmering down, knock on wood.  I don't expect to have my boot attacked every time he's in the vicinity anymore.  And I need to get a current photo of him.
He and I have a little chat every night when all are snuggled in bed.  He allows me to stroke his back and tell him how pretty -- uh oh -- handsome he is.

So if I can get all the kinks worked out with the new phone (and new carrier) life is good.

 

 

Good Girl Gabby Glows

 Good news.

Gabby is no longer "broken".  No limping, right as rain for the time being.
The vet said we were on the right course with the poultice (thank you Fran from Crossroads Donkey Rescue) and were to continue.  The sad news is I had to pay $200 to find out if we had just stayed the course we would have been fine.

a happy face

Prior to getting our first snow, the word of the day was mud.  Everywhere.

The (early) snow helped with mud control but now we have the famous divots caused by muddy dips in the ground freezing.

St. Francis doesn't mind.

We got the last load of hay for the winter the weekend prior to the holiday.  Whew!  For a couple of geezers, getting a total of 60 bales was a bit strenuous.  Next year I'm prevailing upon the 35-year old youngster to come home from the other side of the state and help.

And to leave you with a smile, here's Sharone making his dinosaur vocalizations (sound up).