Ailstar
Mama Doe
My two buns crack me up. This morning I went up to give them their breakfast. I opened the shed door, and Daisy's little face looked at me from over the totally empty hay rack. Yes, totally empty, somehow they had managed to pull ALL of the hay out, and were eating it off the floor. They are destruction agents! (secretly I think it was because they were desperate to get to the Ings Hay that was on top of Italian Ryegrass!) Still, they seemed to have eaten most of it, so I can't complain. 
