I had to bury the king of the homestead this week. Mr. Max, my buddy for the last 14 years died in his sleep during the night. I found him the next morning and buried him next to his mate and his other old buddy the 35 year old appaloosa that I lost last year. Then 2 days later I had to put a 4 year old mutt down that had cancer and was starting to hurt terribly. He too was buried next to the appy. But yesterday, my Paint mare dropped her foal a couple of days early! I have the prettiest little tri-color paint stud colt that you have ever seen! Then this morning, I had 25 out of 35 buff orpington eggs hatch! I guess that when we get down when we lose something that we care for, someone makes sure that you get that hole refilled with joy! Just thought that I'd share.
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