I saw Department of Transportation sand trucks today, ready for winter storms. Drained my hoses, loaded the chicken house with straw, and we got firewood onto the porch. Even remembered to bring the snow shovel from the barn. Not sure if snow is expected, but bitter cold is.
Brushed Billy tonight and dang it he had five or six ticks. Two I was able to extinguish, but the others had just done their dirty work and were unfound. I try to let him out into the larger pasture to graze and socialize, but it isn't working. Back to the small pasture for him. They make a large wound on him, the dirty rotten boogers.
It's also interesting to work on his trust. I let down the wire "gate" of the electric fence so we can pass through. No way is he stepping over that invisible line. I persevere, and finally he lets me lead him, arm around his neck, through that perilous opening.