A Repost From Eight Years Ago~More Pictures...Fewer Words

It is...was a beautiful day. Warm, windy, and did I say wonderfully, comfortingly warm!
No snow, no rain, only mud left over from both.

Started at the barn with my four God-Given equine treasures.

(Refer to previous post, My Mistakes, My Glories.)
All not recently groomed with their winter coats.

As you can see the wind is blowing.

I took pictures of Arrow's whorls so I can get them read by some whorl experts (y'all!). 

In this picture you can see plainly why he is dubbed Broken Arrow.

Knot was too busy eating to smile for the camera.

Showing Magic's blue eye.

It was a day for muck boots, not these!
 It was warm enough that the mud felt quite wonderful pouring through all the holes
while I was trying to keep my balance.

Maggie and Lil anticipating the walk
Then we walked.

One of five ponds we have. This is the New pond, meaning it was built in the last twenty years. We also have the Top Pond, the Highline Pond, the Frog or Hog Pond and the Spring Pond.

Parts of the creek no one sees

Another hidden jewel

Help! I've lost my feet!
The sky darkens!
Watching Lil hunt a varmint.
Enjoyed the day and took many pictures.

and found my feet!

This post was written eight years ago, two months after I entered the blogosphere. Circumstances may have changed but I think I may be about the same.

Happy Holidays!

Thursday's Things In A Row

Charme and a row of fire wood,

sporting the same colors.

The herd is wondering who fixed the fence.

I got blamed.

Pickly pears apples on a frosty morn.

Visit Pat to see more rows

and join the fun.

My Charme, My Doll

arrives for a breakfast of fresh corn husks.

Charme is the horse the grandchildren ride.

She will not move a step until they are perfectly balanced.

Why do I not saddle this wonderfully gentle Haflinger

and ride to my heart's content?

Some day...

What Good Grass Does...

along with cooler temperatures.  Buck and run!

Even the pieces look good to me!

Sunday Morning With Horses...

After working so hard on the porch yesterday and cutting quilt blocks into the night along with all the other stuff that must be done, I decided to treat myself to some horse heaven this morning.  I did not know Marcy was spying on me (all pictures with me are Marcy's, the others are mine).  I combed manes and did some fly wipe...it was even too hot for that.  No halters were needed.  They soaked up the attention and so did I.  There is just something about a horse, I think, that is good for the soul.

Ki-Anne wanted to herd but I told her no, several times, before she listened.  There are no bad dogs, only bad trainers so I have a way to go.

The manes are a little scraggly since they graze in brambles and briars...our bush hog was broken for a while and hubby still hasn't completed all the bush hogging.

Arrow, sporting his untangled combed mane

Magic wondering when his turn would come.

and now happy with his new do.

The same place always gets tangled on Charme

I like to think Charme was bowing to the hair dresser but, sadly, she was only checking her leg.  It is hard to take pictures when they are all so close. I felt safe and surrounded by their love...and only in flip flops...again.

Would you say they are relaxed?

I even got some grooming of my own!

The perfect way to spend a morning.

Moving Cattle...

 Since the older babies (around seven hundred pounds) went to sale Friday, we moved the rest of the herd to another pasture. With a sack of feed in the tractor bucket, I think hubby could lead these through town. Notice belly-butting bottle baby, Lovely, (front and center) is a strong member of the herd now.



This is my favorite cow. She is huge and built perfectly in my book. Gelbvieh cattle come in three colors...yellow, red and black. I prefer the yellow, which is a "so last year" color. Hubby dreams of black. Now, tell me this...what difference does it make when all the meat is red after they are skinned? The funny thing is black brings more money at the sale barn...the least favorite is spotted cattle.

These are the early babies with Lovely in the middle, just like she was never a bottle baby. Lovely is about three months younger than her side mates. This was another miracle...Mom took Lovely back after she had been gone almost a month!!! Another reason Gelbveih are a wonderful choice of cattle. One mama will sit all the calves while the other mamas graze. If a babe becomes hungry, the nanny will feed it until the mother returns. Simply amazing to me!

I seem to have a thing with yellow...my favorite horse,
my favorite cow, my favorite rose...

 my favorite kittens and my favorite dog are all yellow!

I never buy yellow clothes, go figure.  I never said I wasn't

strange.



Through Marcy's Eyes...

You may remember Marcy's camera died.

Our gift to her is a new camera for her birthday.

Marcy is my oldest sister

and delights us with her photos.

The mineral block on a rock drill core.

Spring is coming.

Marcy sees things I may never notice.

Her perceptions are fascinating

Her subjects are extraordinary.

Thank you, Marcy, for fixing my lunch,

for canning the produce,

for loving us all,

and for the great pictures.

Happy Birthday, Marcy!