a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label shoveling poop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shoveling poop. Show all posts

Monday, October 18, 2010

Sunday Morning Work/Play

The horses gathered, curious about what I was doing.  Shoveling that organic gold, the dust rolled it was so dry.  I managed to brush, detangle, and fly wipe all and loved every minute of it.  I tell you I am in my element in the barn.
Broken Arrow has to be almost on me.  I know, I know, keep them out of my personal space...but I can't do it.  The horses are as spoiled as every other animal around here.
Papa and Jake had to join me, they were just as curious as the horses.  I believe in this picture Jake is saying, let me down, Papa!
 I think horse loving is already in Jake's blood.  I guess it did not hurt, he first rode a horse while still in diapers.
We didn't ride today.  It would have been a perfect day, but sometimes, work comes before pleasure.  In fact, that happens a lot on a farm, so you take your pleasures where you find them and keep on working.  It is the perfect lifestyle for me.
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