I whistled and called Abby Wednesday evening, and while I could hear her, I could not see her over the weeds in one section of the pasture.
Then a flaxen tail briefly flipped up over the tall weeds, followed by a black head with a wide blaze. I knew then that they'd heard me. Would they come up for a carrot? I sure wasn't walking through the mud and weeds to get to them!
But just as the old saying from the US Postal Service goes, "Neither rain, nor snow, nor hail..." will prevent the delivery of the mail, neither will mud, nor weeds, nor insects keep Abby from her goodies!
Never underestimate the power of a candy cane.
Abby sure enjoys her treats and is willing to hustle for them.
After eating her treats and having some itchy spots scratched, she followed me up to my car. Hoping for more, no doubt!


