The jury is still out. This little beauty made his appearance last Thursday night and we are still going back and forth between the names “Smoky” and “Wild Fire”. (apply named considering the fiery conditions of our county right now)
The lucky duck, errr, chicken, who was the only witness of the horsey birth. The privilege seems to be lost on her.
Playing hard to get extends to the animal kingdom too.
I wonder if Polly wonders how he ever fit those legs inside without puncturing something necessary.
Looks like he’s trying to learn to whistle or moo.
Come be charmed by this little guy before he grows into his legs and his flappy tail starts to swish.
