Hanging out by the gate is now Buck's favourite pastime, now that it's hay season again. With all the rain we've had, there's no shortage of mud where he's hanging out. Yesterday Mike and I braved high winds and went to the sawmill to stock up on shavings for Buck and Rupert. Note to self: do this job on a non-windy day, or bring goggles. We were lucky not to get stuck in the mud.