It's 7:30 AM...
and I'm out doing morning chores.
I am alone, because this is Hubbs' day off from chores.
(We try to give each other one day off each week... otherwise we work together.)
It is so peaceful at this time of day.
There are a few birds chirping in the woods.
Other than the quacking of the ducks, the farm is quiet.
The horses and donkeys are enjoying the morning in the front pasture.
It's 40 degrees - but the sun is up, and things will warm up quickly.
I am picking up the night's accumulation of horse manure,
with the dogs nearby.
I often find this when picking up manure.
I have decided that this is the equine version of Ladder Ball.
They back their butts up to the fence and if they can poop onto the fence rail...
Suddenly there are loud squeals of protest coming from the pig's stall.
It sounds as if an altercation is in progress.
Even the muscovies are curious about the hullaballoo.
There's only one thing that these piggy girls fight about...
and it's food!
Apparently there is not enough hay in their stall for them to feel secure,
so I run to the barn and grab a few flakes.
Once there is adequate hay so that no one worries about starving to death,
peace is restored.