City Boy and I, shortly after becoming engaged.
I’m sure it was the truck that snagged me…
The adorable little Geek Boy and me (far thinner than today!)
Darling riding the neighbor’s horse, Boon. What daddy could resist?
I’m waiting on the paperwork to get here. Supposedly it’s on it’s way. By the weekend, with a little luck, Sunny will be home where she can become adjusted to her new home. This will be her third home in just over a month! Poor girl. Quite the adjustment for any animal, really, let alone one that’s still wild at heart. More than at heart, really, as we still can’t catch her.
I’ve begun a new blog; one that highlights our adopting both Quiet Storm and Sun Storm. Not that I won’t post here about my lovely ladies, but more detailed accounts on trainging and day to day mustang life can be found at http://mustangdiaries.blogspot.com/
With no hay barn here, and just one small Ford Ranger for hauling, I don’t tend to stock up on much hay at a time. Thankfully my friend Brigget doesn’t mind selling it to me straight from her barn as I need it. Half the price, too, of what I’d pay at the feed stores. I’m not one who’s fond of heights, nor ladders that climb up to high places, so the fact that the hay is up in the barn loft isn’t something I’m all together fond of. For some reason, this granddaughter of a dairy farmer never did master climbing the ladder up to the hay…at least not when the ladder was alongside the hay mow door. So to help overcome this small issue, I’ve begun moving the ladder from alongside the door, to smack dab in the middle of the doorway. Then I climb the ladder and toss down my bales. Since I can’t fit more than 8 bales into my truck at a time, and I feed a bale a day, I tend to spend a lot of time at Brigget’s during the winter!
Since we were in the area, we decided to stop at Hovander Homestead Park. I say we, but really it was just me. Darling was riding shotgun, but wasn’t too keen on my detour as it was quite chilly and she hadn’t worn a ‘walk about’ coat. But she did hop out of the truck with me as I snapped a few shots of the barn and some of the inhabitants of the farm.
Quite some years back, the park employees showed up for work in the morning and found a few peacocks had been added to their menagerie. They didn’t mind. Before long, a few more were added. Still, it’s a big park, and people like peacocks. Today, Darling and I counted 9 adults hanging out near the barn. Who knows how many are really out there. Sometimes you’ll find them on top of that big red barn! There are both the traditional blue shouldered peacocks, and there are white ones, and then there are some with stripes and speckles. I suppose the proper term is peafowl, as only the boys are peacocks, and the girls peahens. But I figure you know what I mean (don’t you?) During the summer there are always little peafowl…peachicks?…running about. The park is open year round for visitors, with a great number of resident fowl there during all four seasons. Spring brings lambs, horses, pigs and cattle to the old farm as well. If you ever have the opportunity to visit, it’s a terrific place for a picnic or feed the animals with your kids.
Abandoned school house
Looking out over farmland from the Waterville Cemetary
Douglas County Courthouse
Have you ever gotten out of bed and thought that the day is just too beautiful? That’s what it was like here in the valley this morning. Sure, it was cold and there was frost on the ground…but, oh! It was bright and clear and just so darned pretty.
My neighbors are out of town for a couple of weeks, and they call on me to feed when ever they’re gone. With the morning so bright and lovely, I just had to pack along my camera! Here are their two girls out frolicking in the trees. Well, perhaps frolicking isn’t the correct term. Protesting that I wasn’t there at day break, and that I had the nerve to taunt them and make them prance about for a photo shoot instead of feeding them is more like it!
Remember my posting about Pepper? Well, his mamma was over on this side of the state this weekend, so I drove down to meet her for lunch. After that, I headed off to see the nameless filly (who’s paperwork from the BLM is nearly complete!) Silly girl had managed to get her halter off last night, so Steve had to haul out his lariat and rope her! I think he was concerned that it would all be too traumatic for her (um…or me…), but it wasn’t. Not for either one of us.
So Nameless once again has her halter on her.
And that’s about it. I made a frozen pizza for myself for dinner as Darling said she didn’t really want anything (she’ll likely make herself some frozen mac and cheese later), and the Boys are both working. If I could figure out how to work the TV, I’d watch something…but since I can’t, I guess I’ll just go take a bath…