Good morning! Temperatures in the 40’s are on the way!
Ugh, Rose, that’s the manure cart (in our defense, horse poopies don’t smell bad at all after they dry a little):
Breakfast is ready—those little wisps of hay aren’t worth it:
Oh, now what? You got in Stormy’s stall:
“That’s alright, just put me in her stall.”
You’re a good sport Stormy. 🐴