I have some very depressing news. Galaxy kicked Chrome in the face earlier today and now he's having trouble chewing. He still acts healthy and happy with a good appetite, but he can't move his lower jaw in the circular motion that they usually use to chew. He can't eat hay, but I'm going to soak his feed for him so he can still eat it. We can't get an appointment at the vet until eleven in the morning, but the doctor didn't think it would be a problem overnight since he's acting okay.
The bad news doesn't end there. We've finally made the decision to rehome Galaxy. This was the last straw. I didn't want to get rid of her, but I refuse to put up with her kicking. This morning when I walked across their pen to get her bucket, which they'd pulled off the fence, she galloped up behind me, spun around and kicked out with both rear legs. Luckily I heard her coming and was able to get out of the way, although I don't think she was really aiming because she has deadly accuracy. I'm sad about this, but was also surprised to find how relieved I was when I finally made the decision. I just do not get along with her and I bought Chrome to enjoy him, not put up with her. She's already injured a goat and now Chrome. I'm afraid I'll be next or that she'll kill one of the chickens. When we find someone who wants her we're going to go pick up Zeppelin (the donkey) from my dad's house to keep Chrome company. They have similar laid back dispositions, so I think it will work out better.
Well, back to work. Later.