First thing, I should have mentioned that the old Power Wagon had helped save our cat Roscoe.  He used it as shelter while Tom was enticing him to eat and eventually moved to the house.  So I do owe a debt of gratitude to the truck for this.  Still glad to have it gone.

Our farrier came this morning to trim the donkeys hooves.  While this was occurring, I noticed Summer nursing off of Sonja.  I was astonished as I haven’t seen that it a long time.  She is over 2 years old and hopefully pregnant.  Unfortunately I was holding a donkey so couldn’t get photographic proof.  But one of the farrier’s granddaughters was asking about the bumps on Sonja’s butt.  I had to confess that she is just fat.

Nursing fat mama

I moved them to the back field so they go to become reacquainted with the street sweeper brush.  They really enjoy it.

Tom acquired a free spool.  We moved it to the barn, and the chickens are really enjoying it.

We have 23 “chicks” still in the weasel proof pen.  They are growing quickly.

I released 2 of the Bielefelder chickens.  I am keeping one in the pen just in case.  I really want one of these to become a breeding rooster.  My previous attempts have failed, and I am going to try one more time.  They are gorgeous birds, but I am starting to doubt that they are hardy.  We shall see.

The beagle busted into the donkey pen today, trying to get to the peacocks.  Tom had to do an emergency repair to the fence yet again. This time in the blackberries.

On a completely different note, I finished watching Reilly, Ace of Spies.  It was fascinating, although long.  I remember my mom and Al watching it back in the day and have always been curious about it.  I am not sure how historically accurate it is, but it was interesting thinking about the eras that he operated in.  He was an inspiration for James Bond.  I am really glad I watched it.