I pick and clean my donkeys' hooves every two days. I really try to (and should) do it every day, but with the other farm stuff I've been managing lately due to our kooky weather, it has been averaging about every other day:
Beau and Chester are such good boys, and they pick their feet up quite nicely for me (yes, they're due for a trim - the farrier comes on Tuesday):
With our wet and muddy conditions, it takes some time to pick their feet clean of all the mud and gunk packed in their hooves:
How we all long for summertime-dry:
My morning feeding routine is to head up to the donkeys and llama in the barn first, then down to the goat house and end with the chickens. When I finished with the goats yesterday, though, and offered Pete and Reggie a few carrot coins as small tokens of my everlasting love, something was different:
No carrots were slurped greedily from my hand:
Not a single treat was gobbled with glee:
It almost seemed as if I had offended with my offering:
Pete was trying to tell me *something* - what was it?
And then I remembered.
I had picked the donkeys hooves just a few minutes before and my hands obviously smelled really badly:
I'm not sure why they would have an issue with the smell of donkey feet on my hands, do you?:
Today marks my 15th post of January 2011. How appropriate considering this is the 15th of January. A few have noticed and mentioned it, but just to put it out there: yes, I did set myself a goal to blog every single day in January.
Well... I missed it. During the entire month of December, I only posted twice and I felt like I had so many words and images stored up in my mind that I was going to burst. So, in the spirit of expressing oneself, here's to a post a day in January.
15 down, 16 to go. After that... I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. :-)