Lunch time. Leftover sausage biscuit from breakfast yesterday. And chocolate. Godiva....
Sorry about the horse issues, Orch. What a bummer. There was a cute little circus pony that died of colic on some show DH was watching. How sad they all were. He was tiny and very well-trained. I wonder if they couldn't save him because he wasn't big enough to have an arm shoved up his butt?
I cleaned the coop yesterday. As I got ready to clean it I was watching a buff sillkie stroll across the yard. It never slowed down when it got to the coop. Just walked right into the wall. Afterwards it stood there for a second, then turned right 90 degrees and started walking again. You could almost hear it singing "doh-dee-doh dee-doh dee-doh". After I got done laughing I felt kinda sorry for the poor fluff-headed thing. Neither one can see, and it's a wonder they get enough to eat and drink!
So I got out my itty bitty scissors to give them both a haircut. I'm not going to show them, so no harm in giving them enough fluff-removal so that they can see. As I sat down on the hammock with the first one, Jezebel jumped up next to me to supervise. The silkie didn't care, and just mumbled and burbled like a tribble from Star Trek. I trimmed away, and knew when it could see because it
totally freaked out about the cat sitting next to me. So I turned it the other way, and it calmed right down. Out of sight, out of mind in the blonde silky world. Sure enough, as soon as I trimmed enough away it
totally freaked over the cat sitting next to me.
A millie then flew up on me knee to gripe about the lack of attention being paid to the millies. She made it clear she could be bribed to forget this error with treats. The millie dared the cat to make a move. The cat declined.
I got the second buff silkie, and the feline supervisor jumped up next to me again. #2 buff didn't care. Until she could see. Then she
totally freaked out because there was a cat sitting next to us. Turned her around and she was quiet. Jezebel gave me one of her eloquent looks that clearly said, "These guys are
idiots!" I smiled, and trimmed the silkie's topknot until she could see. Wanna know how I could tell she could see? Jezebel gave me a "See? What'd I tell ya? IDIOTS!!" look.
But the buff (and blonde as well) silkies can now both see, and proved it by eating treats aggressively out of my hand. So aggressively that my hand almost got eaten as well. They've never really eaten out of my hand before. I had been calling them the puppies before this haircut (because they tumbled and milled about my feet any time I went into the coop). I expect I'll be calling them the landsharks now.
The dopey-est landsharks you've ever seen....