Hot shoes on a cool morning.

A wonderfully cool morning of sunshine and dew-wet grass. The cicadas are in full song- the song of fall on the way. After feeding the critters and taking the sheep to one pasture and the horses to two others, a tidied chicken house and a cup of tea, the farrier has arrived, again. Poor fellow, keeping shoes on the two geldings has become a challenge. Mikey is the culprit this time (although Oslo has been charging around the front field yelling about being alone for quite some time now, so I must check his shoes before the farrier leaves). Mike pulled a shoe during his lesson on Wednesday, and we still haven't found it. So, the forge is charged up and the shoes are red- hot.

Oslo having a spaz=out gallop around the front pasture.. "I'M ALONE! I'M ALONE!"

The shoe inside the forge. Hot.

Brad pounding it out on the anvil to make it the right shape.

Tucker has his favorite snack in the whole world- horse hoof bits.

Brad working on Mike's foot, Tucker close by in case of bits coming off.

The hot shoe placed on the foot- makes a lot of smoke, and makes the shoe and foot the same. It doesn't hurt, but Oslo doesn't like the smell of the smoke. Mike didn't mind.

Brad placing nails in the shoe to keep it on the foot.

Rasping some finishing touches.

And back to the pasture with Peaches. Oslo is alone, so he gets more exercise. At OSU the other day, he weighed 1401 lbs. Time to loose a few pounds.  In this photo, Cesar, the ram, is periodically ramming the fence next to Middlest, just to remind her of his talent.