Amused

Every morning when I go out to feed the boys and muck, I have a little routine.

I fetch their alfalfa, then unlock the gate to the paddock. As I plop down a flake for each of them in their respective feed bins, I call out "Room Service!" Of course, they're too busy nomming their alfalfa to notice much.

Next, I fetch the pitchfork and wheelbarrow. Since at this point the boys have their heads deep in their feed bins and I don't want to spook anyone, I call out "Housekeeping!" as I trundle in and start to muck.

Maybe they don't care, but it amuses me to no end. :)