... can be very destructive.
Jay and I had Sunday planned out perfectly. In our heads anyway. And then the day fell apart and the timing didn't work out the way we had planned it. It happens.
Wait, let me rewind a second. On Saturday, I dug out Estes' feed bag and put a couple of flakes in it for Skeeter. There's just so much waste feeding straight of the ground. I don't want to make a feed bunker while she's in the little pen, because the plan is to move her out of it soon. So, Saturday, I put most of her food on the ground and threw a flake or so in the feed bag, hoping to keep her from getting bored. Once she figured out the feed bag, she was super happy.
And then Sunday came around and the day didn't go as planned, so I never made it back to Skeeter to put more hay in the feed bag. She got fed in the morning, but I was planning on going back to put a flake or so in the bag to keep her entertained. Didn't happen. In fact, we got so behind schedule that I had L.E. throw her a couple of flakes because I didn't want to go driving into L.E.'s yard at ten o'clock at night.
I didn't think anything about the feed bag. I just figured if it was empty, she'd leave it alone. Especially since she had hay to eat.
Those are the pieces I picked up. I'm still finding smaller, bite-sized pieces in her pen. I tell you what, when she does something, she does it up right.
Looks like she'll be getting some toys to keep her entertained.