The flood waters have receded and we switched back from mud boots to regular boots on Monday. Before the rain Angel and Cowtown had both sustained the same injury, bad cuts just above the back of the hoof. I treated Cowtown but took Angel to the vet and she has a bandage that has to stay dry, so she's been in the stall in the barn for quite a while. With sunshine and gentle breezes, one pen has finally dried out enough for her to go outside.
Amy elected not to delay her trip to Kansas to stay and muck the stall ("I shoveled my share of it. It ain't hurt me none." comes to mind) so I started that today and, before I could begin--you guessed it--I had to repair the handle of the rake. This is the good rake too, the one I didn't run over with the tractor. Things just don't last like they used to...
My new water works has been useful for giving Cowtown hydrotherapy and watering Angel. We had placed a hydrant by the diesel tank to get water across the lane for the horses' trough. I added the hydrant on the left for use around the barn. Someday Kathy's going to miss all the hose I borrowed...
As we've worked outside lately, Amy and I have debated whether we were hearing quail or just mockingbirds imitating quail. Today all doubt was removed, as this pair came to the shade right next to the horses' trough. I can't remember when I last saw quail--it has to have been in the 70's. The male is on the tree branch, the female on the ground to the left.
Life is good. Come work outside and listen to the birds.
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