This morning, before we left, Bruce and I herded the oldest brood of ducklings on the long trek from the barn over to the dog run across the yard. I picked up our spanking new outside broom to help guide our wayward group. When they were all settled in the run, I made the mistake of propping the broom against Corny's pen.
Not surprisingly, Corny claims to have no knowledge of how said broom entered the horse pen or who could have stepped on it.
A bored horse is not a good thing. And idle hooves are the devil's workshop. Just saying.
So we now have one less broom.
Poom was busy with something in my office.
"Whatcha got there, Poom-Bot?"
"It's a gopher, Mom!!!"
So we now have one less gopher. Good kitty!
And so endeth another Frogpond Monday.