From Jim: Donna is in Colorado, near Denver, to see our new grandson. Boy's name is Nobel and Donna tells me he's the most beautiful baby on the planet. I'm sure she's right. Got through the evening feeding with some help from Laura, our faithful volunteer. She took care of some watering that was needing done. I'll have to go for hay tomorrow and I'll probably take the GM and the small trailer. I just haven't had time to get up to Jerry's to pick up the big flatbed trailer. The weather has taken a turn for the better and, soon I hope, the mud will begin to dry up. In the meantime, YUCK and DOUBLE YUCK! Maybe even ICKY POO. The horses have all found hard places to rest and many are in full-on nap mode. Bucky managed once again to get himself locked in a stall for the day and was very happy to be shooed out for some food and a drink. He's sort of a reverse escape artist, a contrarian if you will. One great thing about constant contact with the herd is that you know in a second it someone's not present and accounted for. With Bucky, it's almost always the get in a stall and push the gate shut. He never tries to open it back up. Clearly, there is no mule in Bucky. I miss Donna. If I haven't mentioned it lately, she's the love of my life. After 47 years, our marriage is still a testament to my good luck and her bad judgement. Time to wrap this up before I get all emotional.
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