Scrounging through the icy wasteland to find whatever tiny shreds of nourishment they can.
Or....three fat, spoiled donkeys allowed a bit of forbidden fruit so I can haul water, fill hay nets and try to round up all the frozen solid poopsicles hiding in the bedding just waiting to try and break my ankles.
Such are the joys of sub-zero donkey keeping.
lol, at least they are out getting exercise. I have had to be creative to get my slugs to move!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, those pesky poopsicles! One dark night Huckleberry spooked Duncan, who spooked Juniper, who spooked me, who slipped on a poopsicle and I just about met an early end. My goodness they're dangerous.
ReplyDeleteYou. Are. So. Brave. But I had to laugh. I actually stumbled on a frozen GSD "poopsicle" the other morning; a bit of a rare event in this desert. Rebecca2
ReplyDeleteThose poopsicles are quite dangerous. Although our first time heifer has been leaving them in her stall. Wish she'd be more tidy and just go in a corner!
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