The first time I saw him, I knew he was trouble.
He was sitting on Paj's hay bin.
I asked him what the heck he was doing,
and he fluttered out the door.
I didn't think about him again until last night. When we fed the horses at 7, there he was, wings outstretched, floating in Paj's water bucket. Oh no. I fished him out, and he was shivering. I set him in the sun, but he continued shivering, limp, with his head lolling to the side. I dried him off and made him a nest of a little basket lined with towels. I set it on the heat pad we put out for Mickey on those cold days when he's helping us with barn chores. When I tucked the horses in at 9, he had stopped shivering, and looked much more alert.
Walking down to the barn to feed this morning,
we worried.
What would we find?
Yay!
Empty nest!
But where was Trouble?
In the rafters!
By 9 am, he was back in the family nest.
enjoying a hearty breakfast.
At lunchtime, all the babies were out of the barn.
Flight practice had commenced.
Gulp.
We will be checking all buckets and bins throughout the day,
looking for Trouble.
looking for Trouble.
