Having animals

As soon as the sun begins to rise each morning I let my chickens out of the chicken house. This morning when I opened the door, sadly I found Danni, my little comic, dead on the floor. No injuries, no blood, nothing. She was fine and being her silly self last night when I locked everyone up. She showed no signs of illness so am somewhat baffled as to why she died. And she was about two years old so it sure wasn't old age. Out of all the chickens, she was one with a sense of humor.



She was given a proper burial complete with a prayer. I can only hope the hole is deep enough so the wildlife won't dig her up. She is buried on one of the hills on the property away from the rest of the chickens as well as the rest of the animals. I feel bad for her having to be buried so far away. You know, all alone on a hill.  



For three days I have been worried about Arnold. He either has laminitis ( inflammation of the hoof) or forming hoof abscesses in his front feet. And he seems to be on the sad side. He isn't his usual handsome self. I have been giving him Banamine ( a drug for inflammation) to help ease his discomfort. Thankfully my farrier is coming out Tuesday morning and hopefully we can found out exactly what is going on with his feet. Distinguishing between laminits and abscesses can be somewhat of a challenge especially in donkeys.  
Regardless of what is wrong with him, I am contemplating bringing him to the house where there is a breezeway between the house and garage. I can put some rubber stall mats down with some shavings and keep him there until he feels better. Arnold was the first donkey rescue and he is very near and dear to my heart.



And speaking of donkeys. Everytime I drive the Gator out into the pasture they just have to make it a point to come over and see if their is any food. And it just so happened I had hay this time. Good times!



While out checking on Arnold, Oreo goat came up and wanted to be petted. Out of all the goats she is the friendliest and enjoys a good scratch.

Having animals does keep us on our toes!

Oh, just to let you all know, I pleaded with the neighbor about letting Betsy goat come live with me, but he flat refused. Said he loved her and would miss her. Um, okay, sure didn't miss her when she was in my pasture for x-amount of months! I can only hope she will be okay. But a part of me says otherwise.

Until next time............................