My poor kids.
The dogs suffer so. They're inside the house all day long, abandoned and having to do without
My poor, terribly-abused horses have been going without as well.
They took it upon themselves to right the wrongs done to them. They weren't going to take it any longer. Before I knew it they had gathered the troops and surrounded the enemy. And pulled on her pony tail, just in case she didn't get the hint.
In all seriousness, I have felt the pangs of pet-owner guilt over the last few weeks. I haven't had much time to spend with any of my animals. This stress has been compounded by the fact that I haven't had any hay in my barn for three weeks now. I've had to rely solely on a mixture of beet pulp, dehydrated hay and a timothy/alfalfa pellet mix that I've devised. While my horses have lost a bit of their bloom, I am happy that they haven't lost nearly as much weight as I feared they would.
Evie is thinking long and hard about this conundrum.
The turkeys contemplate. What, I don't know.
Perhaps Sophie can find the solution.
I'm sure the answer to everything--my pangs of guilt over the animals not getting enough attention, the lack of hay, world peace--will be as clear as the shadow on the wall.
And when it does, it should help my fowl mood a great deal.
"Victory is ours!"