Ally is a Nurse!

A few weeks ago, he managed to ‘persuade’ Beau into taking the de-wormer. The first attempt that evening he got more on Beau’s face and jaw, but the second attempt was successful. Ally would not allow it, not one single bit.

This afternoon, in front of him, she picked up the slightly used plunger from the ledge in her stall and managed to suck down the de-wormer in the tube. This is awesome! She is self-medicating!

Both of them, but particularly Beau, have a serious case of rain rot. Which is a fungus. Which can be treated by the de-wormer. If the de-wormer is actually ingested. And now they both are done!

Today was a busy day, with Sara the Farrier coming out at 10a, needing hay and bags of saw dust. I went to the grocery store first thing, getting that out of the way, and doing a load of laundry.
To get Sara into the interior dry paddock, he had to blow snow that remains in the parking lot and everywhere else. He worked really hard on getting this done on Friday night, and now it is passable. It also allows the boys more access to space.

Sara came in with her truck and trailer, no problem. The boys were good, I left the Blacks in the stalls, and too, so they could be spectators to this chore that one day will include them. The boys were good, standing like statues while she put the red-hot and smoking shoes on their feet. The sounds, smells, and movements were totally sinking in.
I picked up eight bales of hay and a dozen bags of saw dust. Surely the saw dust will last for the rest of the season. We are keeping everyone in, every single night, since January 22.

He managed to empty the manure spreader, we filled it up again, and he dumped the spreader again. The barn is neat and clean, fresh shavings for everyone.

This is Max, showing his one trick he knows: holding a biscuit on his nose. He's managed to catch it twice but mostly he just holds it on his nose until you say he can have. it.