While some good friends of the family are celebrating a wee bouncing baby boy, we are too, in a way.
Hubby returned from tonight's livestock sale with a trailer full of our own bouncing boy, of sorts.
And he decided to join them in in their pen.
That's right, we got us a jumper.
So far so good. We sorted him back (again), made sure he had hay and that all the barn doors were shut. We will see where he is come morning.