Sometimes there are mornings when you just don't want to go out and take care of animals. Like yesterday morning. A rainy fall day, the first in a cool spell. We needed the rain, but why oh why did I have to go out in it.
Rain hat on. Rain boots on. Non-rain jacket on.
Three donkeys said they had no interest in leaving the barn, thank you very much. Fine by me.
But then there were the two knucklehead hens, frolicking in the rain.
I finally got Peggy Sue in but Roxie refused. So she stayed out until I returned about three hours later. She was sitting happily under the donkey gazebo. Same problem with the same stinker later in the day. Perhaps she's part duck.
Let me tell you how utterly goofy blogger is now. When I check my viewer/reader stats from time to time, the numbers are ridiculously high. Over 10x what they normally were. Of course it can't be accurate but I don't understand how it happened and it's minorly annoying. I'd like some real numbers.
