- Mar 30, 2013
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Well, I've finally had my foot stepped on nice and hard by my 1200 pound gelding. Right on my instep, and, for good measure, when I tried to push him off he leaned on me a little more before moving. To his credit, there was another horse tied next to him that was acting up, and he was trying to get out of the line of fire. Can't yell at him when that happens.
Now to nurse my swollen, bruised foot. I'm not sure if anything is broken or not.
But in good news, I've separated my pekin ducklings from my chicks and the change is astounding. I didn't realize just how loud and messy, though cute, the ducklings were. The chicks are quite mild mannered in comparison.
But in good news, I've separated my pekin ducklings from my chicks and the change is astounding. I didn't realize just how loud and messy, though cute, the ducklings were. The chicks are quite mild mannered in comparison.
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sorry to hear about your friend, sux. I'm glad he gets to go home with his loved ones and have company. At this point, its often harder on the survivors. Many people feel death is close and come to terms with it before their loved ones do, therefore being able to relish in better thoughts with the time left. Laugh at the jokes, scold naughtyness and cry in front of them only if they do! 