They're pining fo pasture. My husband had just locked them in the paddock and they are not happy with us. I let them out into the pasture yesturday evening and let them stay out nearly twenty-four hours. When I called their names, they refused to make eye contact. I think it's funny. Of course they changed their tune when I marched out there with a flake of hay before I left for work. We're not spoiled at all.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Pining for Pasture
They're pining fo pasture. My husband had just locked them in the paddock and they are not happy with us. I let them out into the pasture yesturday evening and let them stay out nearly twenty-four hours. When I called their names, they refused to make eye contact. I think it's funny. Of course they changed their tune when I marched out there with a flake of hay before I left for work. We're not spoiled at all.
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