I Heart Meatballs

I suppose it is telling that I was unfazed finding poop balls hanging from the garbage bag.  Who did this? I shouted, thinking someone threw dog do-do in the can, which later was fitted with a bag.  On closer inspection, I found that the do-do balls were in fact meatballs.  Inquiry led to incredulity.  Anna had burned her lunch and threw the meatballs in the trash.  They were so hot, they burned a hole straight through the bag, melting the plastic, where they became glued on.  I  think it is quite special they burned a heart-shaped hole, don't you?  We quickly cleaned up by calling Daisy, our Beagle-Dor, to eat the meatballs.

Notes:
It is so chilly today that Chiron, our miniature gelding, is shivering even though he's in the barn.  I thought it was fear at first because the farrier was here today and trimmed his feet.  He's still shivering though.  He's lost his winter fur, poor guy.  I know how he feels - I've put away and gotten out my long sleeved shirts at least three times.

Last week, I learned that putting too much of shavings in with baby chicks can be fatal.  Luckily, disaster was averted.  I water the chicks with a very shallow pan, as they are prone to drowning.  The shallowness, however, often leads to the water being dirtied, so I refill it several times a day.  This day, I lifted it up to find a wad of what looked like white toilet tissue under it and down in the shavings.  What is that doing there, I wondered?  Then the wad of tissue started crawling.  Was it a white mouse?  Then, I realized it was one of the chickies, in bad shape, too. Long story short, it was fine and recovered after the mom pecked its head a few times and scolded it for being so stupid.   Close call, though.