The sun rose, almost undetectable, above the horizon, yesterday morning - its rays blocked by a thick layer of dragon's breath that had settled onto the land.
As I left the farm to take a trip to town, the ducks were waddling out into a grey foggy landscape.
Hubbs took over farm duties yesterday morning while I ran Thanksgiving errands, etc.
Because he had a few of his own errands to run, he kept the horses in the dry lot - knowing that he would not be home in time to bring them back in from the pastures.
He assured them that they'd get their time outside... but it would be a little later. By early afternoon, he and I were both back at the farm and the equines were given the run of the front pasture.
Yesterday, however, everyone was out in the pasture together. I truly don't worry that my horses will be aggressive towards the other animals. They are very tolerant and are used to seeing them on the other side of the fence.
However, I don't think they were quite prepared for just how enthusiastic our Kunekune pig, MaryAnn can be.
She followed the horses around, snorting her greetings - just trying to get them to join in her conversation. Pigs are very vocal and always enjoy a hearty conversation. Horses, on the other hand, prefer silence. Eating, to them, is meditative. Horses can be introverts at times.
Moonbeam did, at one point give a little back-footed hop (not truly a kick, just a little hoppy warning), however MaryAnn was too enthusiastic to pick up on this subtle leave-me-the-heck-alone body language. She just kept on saying "Hey! Hey!" as Moonie subtly replied, "Talk to the hoof!"
I am happy to say that I am ready to begin Thanksgiving preparations. I will be spending today with Tyler as he is off school. Tomorrow the baking and cooking begin. Oh, how I love making Thanksgiving dinner... almost as much as I love eating it!
Lastly, I wanted to show you what the chickens do when it is foggy out in the morning. They congregate in the goat shed, which we have dubbed the coffee shop, and they catch up on all of the farm gossip. Then, later in the day when the sun finally appears, they head out into the pastures in search of tasty treats. This shed and the houses inside were painted a couple of years ago, but the goats rub their horns against the paint and wear it down in no time.
To Chris T… yes, we still have our house cat, Ivy. She rules the roost and is asleep on my lap right now.