Really, Black Horse? Really?!?

Remember the mohawk?

Here’s a pictorial of how that came about, and why I simply maintain it now:

Eating dandelions

There are dandelions in the pasture…she has no qualms about sticking her big fat head out the fence to eat the ones on the other side…maybe they’re yellower? πŸ˜‰
It’s not like she’s stuck her head out and balanced on the edge of a precipice…its flat land for miles around…what’s the big deal, right?

Nom, nom, nom…dandys!

Oh, but now Mama’s yelling…it’s the old standby-and she’s disappointed if I don’t yell at her…

Get your big fat f***ing head…

Back inside that fence or I’m going to…

Kick your giant f***ing ass all the way to your giant f***ing ears!!!

Oh, the smug satisfaction of Mama yelling at her…she loves every second of it.

That’s my special Girl.

Friday’s Hunt May 14th

Happy Mother’s Day.

If your kids have 2 feet or 4 feet…
If your kids are no longer with you, for any reason…
If motherhood in your world is complicated…
If you’re the picture perfect Mama…

Happy Mother’s Day.

I see you. ❀
I feel you. ❀
I love you. ❀
Thank you for all you do.
You got this. ❀

Happy Mother’s Day.

This week’s prompts for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills are Starts with S, Week’s Favorite, and Family.

Starts with S

Hmmm, I don’t know what we could use for S…
Might be too hard of a prompt for me. πŸ˜‰
LOL!
Of course, starts with s would have to be our dear sweet Sable.

Someone once asked me if I was going to dedicate myself to the service of Epona since I have horses… I said, “Since I have horses, I am already in Her service.”

Our amazing golden Girl, who someone dropped at auction with no explanation why, but we were Blessed to meet and fall in love with.
She is meant to be here.

Week’s Favorite

Another one who is meant to be here…
He came here from who knows where, feral and frightened of all humans.
It took The Kid and I near onto 2 years to convince him that humans can be trusted. He’s become my FarmYard pal, following me all over, talking up a storm. We just recently got him neutered, so he’ll stop heeding the call to find a willing female to spread his rugged handsomeness around the community. πŸ˜‰

Ghost

Dang, the boy knows how to pose for a picture.
He’s so good-looking!

Family

Here we have Miss Xena…

 

This little missy is one of 3 of Ghost’s kittens who are still here.
Of our 5 remaining barn cats, 4 are family, and 2 in the house are related as well (Nancy and Daisy Mae).
Xena is a fantastic huntress.
This kitty took down a seagull on her own!
Of course, all the Ghost babies seem to have skill hunting…
Xena with gulls, Gabrielle is an expert with rodents, and Trouble?
Yeah, Trouble has taken down smaller geese.

That’s pretty darn amazing!

Friday Morning

When I stepped out the door onto the deck this morning, I was greeted with this sight:

The Cookie napping in the early morning sunshine.

As always, I call a quiet “Good Morning Ms Cookie” to her and get the ear flick that says “I’m sleeping, but I know you’re there”.
Normally, that good morning call means the other 3 come out of wherever they are. It’s rare that the Girls don’t come to the sound of my voice.
This morning though, no Sable, no Astrid, no Ruby.

Huh.
That’s odd.
But Cookie isn’t upset or acting strange so I chalk it up to they’re in the willows or up at the pine in the back of the pasture and go on with my morning chores.
I let out the hennys, I throw a flake of hay out for the Girls, I open up the piggies shelter (we have this years Bacon Bits on the Farm!! pictures soon, I promise!) and still the other 3 haven’t appeared.
Hmmm…so I’m thinking I oughta go find them.
It’s been 25ish minutes of me puttering around the Farm-yard and they haven’t appeared.

So, I pop into the house, grab my camera thinking that I might find a bird or two to photograph in the pasture, and set out to find my other 3…

Here’s what I found:

Beside the fence, hidden behind an old straw bale…all 3, sleeping in the sunshine.

The 3 of them decided that laying down sleep was needed and left The Cookie to stand guard.

You can only see a hint of Sable’s mane behind that straw bale there…but she’s there. πŸ˜‰

Poor tired ponies and their sunshine filled jello-like bones.
Rough life they have, I tell ya!
Happy weekend, friends.
πŸ™‚

Pink

Playing along with The Daily Post prompt of Pink

Ruby Spring 2017 wm

Pink flowers on a lovely rump…

pink-mints

Pink mints for a Certain Girl…

reaching-out

Pink of Hubby’s shirt…

old-crown

What was once a pink halter crown…

Pig or Pug1

Little pink piggies…and a puggie in pink πŸ˜‰

D.o.P Astrid2

Astrid wears the pink flowers…

Daily Task

Beet pulp buckets…4 pink buckets for the 4 mares…

Old Lady Sable

Sable and her pink hat…

❀