Meet the Neighbors
I was out walking Wednesday morning with Gabby and we met our neighbors. Not sure what their names are but I'm guessing it's something female/bovine-ish.
They were polite and didn't say much when we walked by. The one on the left kind of looks like my old bike.
It's been a quiet week on the farm except for the mosquitoes which refuse to die already. I was out checking fence posts last night and was wishing for any wind at all to blow the buggers away. I can't even ride my horse outside lest I offer him up to the insect world as sacrifice.
S'all for now...more photos soon as the arena takes shape.
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Speaking of naughty ponies - My 35inch pony of some thirty years ago (bought at auction when I had just sold my house and had not yet found another, hence her name "Mommy's Folly")used to break out of the pasture. She would walk up to the post-and-board fence farthest from the house and deliberately sit on the lowest rail until it cracked, turn around and calmly walk through - and trot away to the nearest neighbor's manicured gardens. I was in pretty good shape in those days but I HATED having to run puffing down the street after her....just to have her watch me out of the corner of her eye while she nipped the tops off their prized zinnias. Then, just as my hand would reach her halter, she would scoot a few more feet away and nibble on some other perfect bloom. Repeat for half an hour. In all honesty, there WERE days I wondered why I had been so determined to win the bidding - except that it was against the dog food man and she was way too cute for Alpo.
Now, I don't think cows usually do stuff like that. And they do add quite a nice country touch to a gentleman's farm. You should think of getting one of your own, Bec. You would never run out of eggs and milk - and veal - again (Oh! didn't you know cows have to be "freshened" by having a calf every once in a while? Or they wouldn't give milk)
Isnt that right, Sara!
I absolutely "get" why you had to have that pony--it was for the memories! hee hee. Now who would'nt smile at running after a small horse while it was eating flowers out of a neighbors garden. That's funny!
Scott thought that the reason I got the pony was to take lots of photos of it. Correct! That's what pets are for! At least now a days you don't have the film cost to worry about.
Oh yeah! I'm waiting for Scott to take plenty of those free photos - a series of "Beep" sitting on your fence rail and then you chasing merrily down the road after her...just for old time's sake.
It'll help keep you in shape, I must say! Furthermore, ponies are a lot more fun than cats despite the similarities: after the laughter fades you will eventually come to resent that sly sideways glance that clearly means waddayagonnadoaboutitmom-yacantevencatchme ? On the other hand, you sure WILL have unmatchable stories to tell and endearing memories to linger over in your dottage. Just like me. So bring her on! Ponies Forever!
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