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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Last nap in Wickersham

Before we came to Whidbey Island, FarmWife caught us having one last nap in our Wickersham paddock. As you can see, Arrietty was more interested in showing off for the camera than I was! That's OK . . . I know I'm beautiful in repose, and I don't have to jump up and gesticulate to prove it.


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Day10 of my vacation

Well, FarmWife visited this weekend with happy news: we may be into our new home, together at last, in as little as four weeks! In the meantime, I am being lovingly tended by my Uncle Rick, who brings me delectable edibles thrice daily and fills my chalice with fresh cool well water each morning. Missy, being elderly, has a thick straw bed and a new pair of red pajamas from Granny Joan for nighttime use. Being newly arrived on this splendiferous island, we are not yet used to the chill sea breezes.

Bent Barrow Farm is now in the loving care of new owners, while our former neighbors are left with the promise of new friendships and the memory of my angel voice ringing through the valley.

FarmWife reports that we are buying four acres with a house and a promising spot for my future barn. Our neighbors will include two miniature donkeys and a miniature horse.

All's well!

Signing out from Whidbey Island,

Fenway Bartholomule

My final frolic at Bent Barrow Farm, last week. 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Adventure awaits!

I, Fenway Bartholomule, am about to undertake a genuine, certified, 100% pure grade A adventure! It begins on June 20. I will tell you everything, as it unfolds!

I don't want to jinx our current developments by boasting in too much detail, but let me just say this: we are abandoning Bent Barrow Farm for the promise of an island life! Our new home, on 4 acres, is beautiful. Our old home, this beloved green acre, will be fondly and forever remembered . . . and will be in very good hands.


Saturday, April 26, 2014

Some updates for my friends and loved ones

First, let me say that I've heard from New England and other corners of the world that there are fans of the Muleness who worry what will happen to the many animals of Bent Barrow Farm during our transition. Fear not! We are all going to Coupeville together, even if it means we have to caravan. (Human Granny Joan . . . your trailer is being requisitioned. Fair warning.)

There has been a transition in our family: Kevin, the darling and adored Chief Cockatiel of Bent Barrow Farm, has moved to Sumas to live with a family where he gets more love, more attention, more time, more energy, and more lovin' (from two cockatiel wives)! He was simply too lonely being here in our home while the humans were away.

I am selling all of my things, but it's for a good cause: since I am a Pasture Sound Mule, an esteemed status to be sure, I can do without the accoutrements of a sporting life! The proceeds from the sale of my things will go toward transitional boarding costs, should they arise. An ideal solution would be a farm on the outskirts of Coupeville, with room for all, but I am willing to live in a hired facility for some time if the need arises. FarmWife says she will ALWAYS be mine, whether we live together or apart.

Arrietty is coming. Russell Wilson is coming. Missy, should she live to see the day, is coming.* Beyonce and Harriet are coming. Clover is coming. Townes and Desmond are coming.≠ The humans are coming. Like pioneers, we shall journey forth together and, together, seize the best of what the future has to offer.

* Missy is getting pretty darned old. Her arthritis has become nearly debilitating, bute and all, but as long as she eats well and indulges in the occasional frolic, FarmWife feels she values life. Time will tell.

≠Townes has succumbed to the terrors of Urinary Crystals, which basically means that he pees rocks and is in something ranging from mild to extreme discomfort at all times. The humans are doing their best to help their housetiger along through these travails. Prescription diets and pain meds are the name of the game. Litterbox aversion has become a primary issue, and his indoor-only-on-account-of-the-songbirds life has been shifted to mostly-outdoors-on-account-of-the-stench life. Also, the vet feels he'll be better hydrated outdoors. Your wisdom on this difficult topic, should you choose to share it, is welcome.