Sometimes, we find strange things in our pasture.
Sometimes, it’s garbage, or metal, or old barbed wire buried in horrible places.
Sometimes, it’s fun things, like toys from previous owners kids.
I call it a Pasture Dragon…I don’t actually know what it is.
When Hubby found it, I said “Pictures!” and he proceeded to put it on Sable’s bum.
Nestled perfectly on her bum…
It’s like the Pasture Dragon is flying!
Sable, however, was unimpressed:
Really, Mother?!? Really???
I thought it was cute.
The Pasture Dragon might have to make a few appearances in other places too… 😉