Daddy and Miri on the four-wheeler, taking horse food down to the barn.
Now that the weather has been dry for a few weeks, we can finally begin the mucking out of the barn. It takes a while, as those critters have had months to do their business there. Aleaha saw this and was aghast:
Aleaha: "Mom, that black stuff! That looks like llama fur. WHERE'S MAMMALLAMA??"
Mom: "No, honey. That's just old rotten hay."
Aleaha: "Eeeeeewwww. YUK."
Daddy is really on top of shit.
The girls, playing nice together. (Yes, it's fleeting.)
I told the boys to get in the front yard and get to it. They did!
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