Sunday, October 19, 2014

Sunday leftovers

Before we begin with the week's leftovers, a great big thanks to all of you 
for your comments and appreciation of the videos I posted on Thursday and Friday. 
Lesson learned: next time I'm at a loss for blog fodder, just take the video camera out to the barn 
for a few minutes of "this is what goes on here."


 A gang of four has been in residence all week – these three
(two young males and a young female, judging by their horns)...



...under the close supervision of this big buck. 
Whatever he says goes, and when he says, "Run!"...



 ...they say, "How fast?"


 Then I yell out, "Junior!" And whichever one stops is Junior for the day.
I have no idea if any of them really is Junior, but I like to think whomever stops
and makes meaningful eye contact recognizes my voice and remembers me fondly.

 

When last we saw Mrs. Hughes, she was sitting atop a hidden stash of 26 eggs.
The little bugger hasn't laid a single egg since ... that I can find. You don't want to know
how many treasure hunts I've conducted in the front yard that have turned up empty.



 Lady Mary and Edith have resumed their egg-laying in one of the regular nesting boxes...



 ...when they're not busy doing other things.



The biggest event of the week ... ok, maybe the fall ... happened Friday. I hauled Hank and Lucy to the vet 
for their annual checkups. No matter how many times I make the trip, I still agonize over it 
as if the world is going to end, and it never gets any easier. But as usual, it was completely uneventful,
the x-rays of Hank's knee looked no worse than last year, and they both got gold stars for being
such cooperative patients. The bad news is that I have to do the trip all over again in a couple of weeks,
this time with George and Alan. The fun and excitement just never ends.






13 comments:

  1. you need a visiting vet... i would agonize also... i follow a blog in South Africa and their vet for all animals comes to the complex.. just sayin...

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    1. I would kill for a visiting vet...and would have a bunch more donkeys if one would come out here. But vets can't afford to take the time it would require to make the trip here.

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  2. It is never dull chez toi. Thanks for the Sunday leftovers. BA SP

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  3. Always glad to hear that Handsome Hank continues to thrive!

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  4. We have issues hauling our 13 year old Golden Retriever to the vet!...she hates the car, and she has bad hips. We got a ramp, and we park at the curb, so it's a gentle climb in/out...but she shakes, salivates, and moans the whole trip to and from. Once she's there, she's fine...all that to say, I don't know how you do it with multiple huge creatures...in a trailer...for miles and miles. I throw flowers at your feet!

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  5. Very thankful that Hank is holding his own with the bad knee. Tender mercies...

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  6. That's really good news on Hank's knees. Those darn hens, what form of protein are they eating now?

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    1. Rabbit butt ... I hear it's considered a delicacy.

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  7. Status quo on Handsome Hank is a wonderful report. Love the leftovers and hope you find the , yet again, missing eggs.

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  8. Videos of "what's going on [t]here"?! I'm all for it, and suggest that whenever you're at a loss for the perfect song to go with a video, simply share the live sounds. Equines breathing and chewing, the chicken dames softly greeting you, Johnny CashCat asking you a question, Smooch licking her nose in anticipation of a caresse... would be music to my ears, too!
    P.S. I also enjoy the Sunday Leftovers very much!

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  9. I like your photos as always; the hens and your pinto horse and the antelopes are all very photogenic. Ah, a vet that would come to you would be very convenient.

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  10. An American in Tokyo10/20/14, 6:45 PM

    I wonder if Mrs. Hughes found a new hiding place?!

    That rabbit butt almost made me spit out my breakfast! ha ha!

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