Slow news Thursday 😾
“Francis, get up! Our friends are here!”
Oh, I’m sorry, Onslow—I overslept. Hello, everyone!
Seeing all of you has perked me right up!
Hmm, what news can I find for you? Oh, I know—the poopies in the manure cart are growing mushrooms:
They pop up with all the recent rain. 🐴
Baby raccoons are LOUD! (video) 🦝
Good morning! Here I am last night. I have my front feet up on the concrete, which I think makes me look rather dignified, like I’m a mighty mountain goat:
This morning I’m feeling and looking clean and smooth, as Ann just gave us all a good brushing:
I’m sure Rose, RC and Stormy will go roll in the mud any moment now. 🐎
Anyway, this raccoon fell out of the hollow in one of our trees:
Needless to say, that noise was screaming “Come and get me, cats!” But that didn’t happen—it was put back in the tree and its mother kept it quiet. 🦝
April showers are here! 🐎
“Good morning! Francis is out, checking the mud.”
There’s a lot of it, Rose.
Stormy’s trying to horn in on RC’s breakfast:
The horse equivalent of “Stop and smell the roses🌹” is “Stop and smell the poopies💩:”
Speaking of poopies, I did not make these:
At least, not all of them. 🐴
Black labs are water dogs (video)!
Good morning! Stormy and I want to hurry up breakfast before the rain starts. It’s sunny right now, but it won’t be for long:
We’re still glowing from our visit over the weekend with Mary, Sophie and Anya. Here’s a picture Mary snapped just as they got into Mason City last night:
We’re glad they had a safe trip. Mary said it was raining so hard they had to stop at an Arby’s 🙀.
Anyway, here’s a video of our lovely creek, with our lovely Dukie deciding to jump in!
Splooooosh!!!!! 🐴
I know I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help it 🐴
Good morning! First, I’ll show a glorious tulip on this Greek Easter Sunday:
“That’s a lovely tulip, Francis. I suppose I better get out of bed and get breakfast. . .”
That’s a smart move, Tux. It looks like the place settings are going fast:
“So when do you think they’ll open the front pasture, Francis?”
Oh, it doesn’t much matter to me, Bart, as you know. . .
I just slip under any time I want. 🐴
Hello from Beecher, Illinois! 🐎 (and borzoi videos! 😺)
“Good morning! I suppose I should get out of bed and get breakfast, because it’s about to get very ‘doggie’ around here.”
“Dukie, Sophie and Anya are nice dogs, but at times they can be nosey.” 😼
Nosey is right, Juno. You’re getting a little personal, Sophie—but I understand it’s a “dog thing.” (more after video):
You should be running in the field with Anya (more after video)!
“Hello from Rancho La Joya, Beecher, Illinois!”
Hello, Iris! We’re happy to hear from you, and see you looking so beautiful:
Wherever you go, you make friends:
We miss you as always, but we know you’re happiest when you’re close to your Mommy Mara! ❤️
Rain all night, clouds this morning (plus a chicken video and my latest YouTube)! 🐴
“Good morning! I’m so happy that I get to greet you. I’d love to chat more, but I’ve got an egg to lay. We 26 hens have been laying an average of a dozen a day!”
Good job, Mac. It’s pretty muddy out today. Onslow and Tails are stopping by to clean up their paws:
I don’t really know why Greg has that look on this face:
Maybe a cat-cop asked him to move; the indoor cats think they own that sink. 😾
Anyway, here’s a video from yesterday, of the chickens peacefully dust bathing (until someone picks a fight at the very end):
And here is my latest YouTube:
My hee-haws reach to the heavens! 🐴
Lots of news, just for you! 😺
Good morning! Let’s make the most of today—because, for a change, there’s no wind:
“Let me out, and I’ll give you a kiss ❤️!” (Please put your lips and nostrils away, Rose—you’re about to get let out anyway.)
We have beautiful daffodils, glowing in the sun:
Excuse me, Martha, you left one of your eggs behind:
It looks to me like bath time has given Patrick the frizzies:
And, once again, we find Juno on the manure:
In his defense, the manure is old enough that it barely smells at all; and as it continues to decompose, it has probably become quite soft and warm (but we’ll take your word for it, Juno). 🐴
Let’s go to the (food) chart 🐎!
“Good morning! It’s breezy, but the temperatures will be in the 70’s!”
“As of last night we’ve each been put on a specific diet. Only my diet stays the same: 2 heaping scoops of sweet, high-calorie senior feed. But from now on, Stormy gets 2 cups each of Safechoice and hay pellets, and 1 cup diet balancer; Rose gets 2.5 cups of balancer and 2-3 cups of pellets; and Francis gets only 1 cup of balancer and 1 cup of pellets—poor Francis!”
That’s ok, RC—I make up for it with your leftovers and peppermint hearts! ❤️ 
Anyway, Juno is stretching out on the manure pile in the stable:
I’ll remind the cat-cops NOT to snuggle with him tonight. 😿
WHOA, Rose! (video)🐎
“Good morning! The cat-cops have been referring to our new friend as “my Dad.”
“I’ll admit there’s a resemblance, but pretty black cats with touches of white aren’t uncommon.”
“Every time I think about asking Mom, she preemptively gives me one of these looks:”
I would say Momma Eva will tell you when she’s ready, Tux. Other than that, it’s turning out to be a nice, but chilly, morning:
The raspberry bushes are pushing out leaves:
We mentioned yesterday that Rose’s ankles were hurting, so she spent last night in the run:
She’s feeling better. She will still be let out today, but spending the night in the run will keep her from eating too much grass. 🐴
Finally, here’s a video from a couple days ago, of her and Stormy running in from the far pasture:
Hit the brakes, Rosie! 🙀
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