Greetings from Lulu, Fanny and Simon whose ears are up and who are eagerly awaiting their morning carrots, brushing, and attention. They all have their eyes on me, and if I don’t soon put down the camera, I will get bumped and nosed in the butt. Their winter coats are finally shedding off. I haven’t told them yet that Ken Norman is coming on Saturday morning to trim their hooves. But they will know.