4Shoes 'BOOKENDS'; Morgan Horses

4Shoes 'BOOKENDS'; Morgan Horses
“Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.” ~Langston Hughes *pictured: '4Shoes Bookends'

Monday, 24 July 2017

Golden Moments

I've been busy as a bunny these last few weeks; no doubt we are mostly all in the same summer boat. This little boonis is one of 7 kits in the Rabbit Shack at the moment, with another litter due Thursday. All the 4Shoes critters are looking fat & happy - can't complain on that front. 
After some taunting about how I would take on all comers on the Bocce field, I was soundly trounced by my BIL, who wasn't too shy to do a victory dance & rub my face in my failure. Truth be told, I actually didn't expect to win, I just like to smack-talk & incite good-natured rivalries @ our annual Family Gathering. 
And here's the traditional bonfire later that night, around which drinks were hoisted & tall tales were told in amongst the more accurate family memories, & much love & laughter was shared. These are the golden moments that I live for - surrounded by the people whom we love & who love us back most of all. 
But all good things must end, & after 5 days of revelry, even Manic MinPin was all tuckered out. That's saying something about this years' Gathering right there all on it's own!
For all my blogging buddies, I hoist a cuppa to ya & I wish you wonderful new memories made in the summer of '17.

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Foxtails

Seems like a long time since I've seen a whack of foxtails blowing in the breeze, looking like an ocean on land. I found this little patch a few hours north of here & they reminded me of home, where foxtails blowing in the breeze are commonplace. 

Monday, 10 July 2017

Hell's Bells Ringing

It's so darned hot already that even the porkers have no energy! The forecast for the weekend? Roughly the same temperature as Hell, but with extreme humidity to boot. *sigh*

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

How're MOO Doin'?

Now about 15 months old, this mini Hereford heifer is up to about 700lbs. Lucy is a flirty lass - she's always "making cow eyes" at Crispin. 
Ethel, or Halfhorn**, is just as bad as Lucy - the 2 of them sashay their butts around him shamelessly.
"Hey Mrs Shoes, it's called a biological imperative, you know! And we don't appreciate being slut-shamed." 

Out the window one day I see the bull flat out... not moving at all. "Oh no!", I thought. "Has he had a blue balls heart attack?"
*Notice the 2 slutty heifers just as close up to his gate as they can possibly get?

From right outside the fence, he still looked dead.

"Thanks a bunch, Nap-Killer. This tremendous fart should have you simultaneously both reassured & repulsed."


**Halfhorn is a result of incorrectly applied dehorning paste by the breeder - Strike 1. You cannot see them, but Lucy has small horn tips under her hair - Strike 2. 
Obviously, Crispin goes around half horny all the time (running joke here) - Strike 3. 
Dehorning paste applied by that breeder?  100% FAIL. 

*This all cow post is for Sabine, of Friendly Hairy Creatures, who runs with her ponies and who would like to see an all cow blog. Sabine, my friend, this is for you!*

Sunday, 2 July 2017

150 Years Strong

The True North, Happy 150 Canada! July 1, 2017

Happy #241 to The Home of the Brave! July 4, 2017