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Just going about my business, doing chores one night.

When all of a sudden I was getting scolded by this mad little mama.

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The pile of old shavings behind her contains one little egg.

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Not the sharpest photo but she made sure she was between me and her nest.

That is, until she faked an injury which caused me to follow her.

Well played little mama, well played.

 

Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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It’s 7:40 pm in Wisconsin and the sun was in a perfect spot. After a horrific arctic winter I’m so happy to see buds on our trees.

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There have been changes in my herd.

I get it…

It’s life.

But, I don’t have to like it.

March of 2013 we lost our beloved gelding Gus.

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April 2014, my dear little donkey, Tilly.

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Both were in their 30’s and I feel blessed that they lived so long.

But what do I do with myself now?

Caring for geriatric animals is part of my daily routine.

My husband even put a divider in my grain bin. One side for maintenance feed and one side for senior feed. He built me a side table to set the supplements on, too.

We’ve added gates and fencing to ensure peaceful eating times for the seniors and I’ve taken my round pen apart to make another stall in the main barn.

To me, making sure the old ones were warm, dry and had a full belly, made me feel content.

Tilly was “rescued” at the age of 21 with her 13th baby in her belly…

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…and her last baby.

Gus was my old faithful until arthritis turned him into a pasture buddy and babysitter.

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I miss them. I miss making sure they’re healthy and happy. I miss mixing their meds and supplements, checking their old worn out teeth to make sure they aren’t balling up hay or dropping grain.

I miss brushing them, kissing those gray faces and looking into those big brown eyes.

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Why and how is it that they both survived our cold, cold Wisconsin winters but, succumb to failing bodies in spring?

With my fond memories of parades, trail rides, kiddy rides and great escapes, I move on.

Move on to my new daily routine that, for now, consists of not having to close so many gates or mix mash or keep the divider in the grain bin.

With spring, comes changes in life.

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Thank you Gus and Tilly Tot, for the memories and the privilege of being part of the last half of your lives.

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Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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Sorry…

I couldn’t help myself. Tee Hee

 

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Oh, to be stuck inside.

 

Until Next Time…Appy Trails Smile

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Let’s just say these photos depict 3 that were in frame.

If you live on a farm you know that these numbers can change at any moment…

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Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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Well, it wasn’t a huge logging event but, when you’re trying to load up on wood for the winter, it sure feels like it.

My husband and I were cutting out some dead trees in the woods behind us (well I was supervising the cutting down part) and he decided we needed our mare Feather to help out.

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So I threw the roping saddle on her and headed down the road.

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Dragging logs out of the woods onto the main trail.

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There’s something about this mare…I just love.

I always tell people we may not be super great at one thing but, she’s done everything I’ve asked her to do.

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Until next time…Appy Trails Smile

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