Tomorrow's word is FEET. I can guarantee that it won't be her feet.
The stalls are all clean but very scarcely bedded. We must find bedding tomorrow. I sure want shavings but they seem to be very hard to find if you can find them at all. Straw should not be so difficult. The Exchange came out today and Bob will start calling tomorrow. A friend in Reardan was supposed to call but Bob hasn't heard so my guess is he didn't find any either. I am feeling so bad for all our animals. Oliver is on a little island and seems happy but the rest are in muck.
Hope this dries up soon, we have calves due in about a month. I wanted later spring babies but that didn't happen so in the mud they will be. At least not in a snow storm like Henry was born last year.
Have a good Friday, its a long weekend. I will like that.