It can’t be a winter in Georgia without some freezing rain. Our power was going in and out all night, and we woke up to heavy trees loaded with popsicled-pineneedles. The quiet of the morning was frequently interrupted by the crackle and thud of branches snapping under the weight.
The poor donkeys’ manes were icy and crispy this morning, but the goats were chowing down on fresh pine that had fallen in the night. Our horse spent the night in the stalls and was anxious to be let out. Since we got her this last weekend, all she wants to do is eat grass. Her name is Bazinga, and we are smitten by her.
She is older – about 20 years – and fully broken in and trained. We got her from a friend of a friend who needed a home that could help her gain weight. With all of the grass here, I don’t think it will be a problem. We like to take her on walks and she is so obedient. She really is the sweetest horse & is absolutely great with kids! I’m looking forward to riding her once the weather warms up.
Luckily she gets along wonderfully with the other animals here as well.
And in other news – this fat kid is six months old already! He is probably in my favorite stage yet. So happy. Sitting up. And just a sweetie all together. He’s so chill and pretty much only cries if he’s hungry or tired. We are blessed.