I am Precious and my horse's name is Pretty Boy. Those are our barn names. That is what we get called on an everyday basis. I am a Paint horse and my paper name is Skippers Precious. My Pretty Boy is a Red Roan Appaloosa horse who's paper name is Trouper. Anywho........I tell the house mouse about our life and what happens out here on the farm and in my big red barn so she can tell you. Well now you know so on with the stories.................

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Bright sunshine today

Not a thing happening this morning. Hi how are you good to see you here’s your feed and some hay see you later. That’s all I heard from the human this morning. Must be the 28 degree weather makes her not very talkative.

Walked by the front of the house and saw that Abetta saddle out there on the front porch. I’m going to go tell my horse he is going to be giving rides today. He’s lucky he gets to use that saddle. It is lightweight compared to my big leather western saddle. I wonder if his foot is going to be too sore after I played with him all day yesterday. He still has on both is front shoes which is pretty good for him. He usually throws that one on his hurt hoof every three or four weeks. That means it is getting better because it is getting stronger. I was looking at it this morning when he was standing over that at that other pile of hay eating and it looks to me like there may be about an inch and half of good hoof on that leg of his. I wonder how fast his hooves grow? I think it is about a half an inch a month so it should be before the end of next year that he has all one piece of foot down there to walk on. That will be good for him. I heard them say it will never be the way it was before but you know I have noticed there is not much that is. It may never be the same but it can be as good someday. Or at least it will be fine.

Fine is a good word. Everything is fine. Oh that’s fine. I am fine. You look fine. This is fine. That is fine. I feel fine. You did fine. You are fine. I wonder if my horse or one of those guinea hens knows anymore good uses for the word fine.

Never told you about those guinea hens. They don’t live here they just come to visit. At first there were just five gray ones and a white one. Then one day about thirty of them showed up being herded around by two big turkey’s. Boy was that a sight to see! I had never seen so many guinea hens and had never ever seen them being cared for by a couple of turkey’s. Now I have seen that many white birds of course since there are cow birds out here all the time but those guinea hens make very funny loud noises and run around acting silly till the two big turkey’s gather them back together and hush them up. Those guinea hens faces look like hippopotamus faces except with some weird bird stuff and red color. We didn’t know that turkey’s are good baby sitters

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