thanks for the compliments everyone, I think they are major adorable, but then I am biased
Someone said I ought to name number 5 Norman (after the calf on City Slickers) so he is Norman - number 4 still needs a name though. Maybe Patches
We'll try it out and see how it rolls off the tongue tomorrow morning. ETA - T-bone sounds like a good name too
No baby donkey yet - Michelle gives me this long suffering look, though - poor girl, I can't imagine being pregnant for a solid year. 9 months is bad enough.
Poor Mook is up and eating hay right now - Hubby and I just came in from out there, cause Toby was having fits. Remember when I said something trashed Jr's nest? well, it came back - and it was a Possum. It had 11 babies in it's pouch - so it is now an even dozen dead possums. Toby had it cornered in the nest back there, (behind a cabinet) so hubby grabbed the .22 and shot the mother, then when he pulled it out he noticed the babies - they were small, still rat-like and pinkish.
Toby got a piece of cheese (one of his fave treats) for his help in taking care of the chicken thief. (well, eggs are chickens, too
) Mookie, however, was disturbed by the noise, and since he is the only one with the big roomy stall, he came out from under the roof to eat hay. I tried to get him back into bed, but he refused - he'll go back in when he feels like it, I guess. At least it isn't raining.
meri
Someone said I ought to name number 5 Norman (after the calf on City Slickers) so he is Norman - number 4 still needs a name though. Maybe Patches
No baby donkey yet - Michelle gives me this long suffering look, though - poor girl, I can't imagine being pregnant for a solid year. 9 months is bad enough.
Poor Mook is up and eating hay right now - Hubby and I just came in from out there, cause Toby was having fits. Remember when I said something trashed Jr's nest? well, it came back - and it was a Possum. It had 11 babies in it's pouch - so it is now an even dozen dead possums. Toby had it cornered in the nest back there, (behind a cabinet) so hubby grabbed the .22 and shot the mother, then when he pulled it out he noticed the babies - they were small, still rat-like and pinkish.
Toby got a piece of cheese (one of his fave treats) for his help in taking care of the chicken thief. (well, eggs are chickens, too
meri
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