My Friends in Equininity

Donkey,

Zebra,

Zony,

Zorse,

Wild,

Feral,

Warmblood Horse,

Draft Mule,

Fast Mule,

Little one,

Pony,

Phony,

Freshly Born,

Assy,

Sassy,

Unicorn.

A good week for material possessions!

I've been gettin' stuff left and right this week, and I'm digging it! I'm not normally a material mule, but I can't help but enjoy the extra ear capacity of my new draft sized browband; the marketing potential of my new BUMPER STICKERS AND MAGNETS; and the promise of a cushioned trail with my new Easyboot Bares. I'm going to have FarmWife put my old Epics on the back, where they fit nicely, and try some Bares on the front, where the fit of a size 0 is perfect enough for Goldilocks! They're on order now, and should be here soon. It's like Christmas in August.

I'll get you pictures when I can. 'Til then, FarmWife's booting me off—she needs the computer that she might work. (Someone's got to pay for this stuff, I suppose!)

Ears to you!

Fenway Bartholomule

Boldly Going Where No Mule from Wickersham Has Gone Before

You may recall that I, Fenway Bartholomule, am returning to work after a summer off for my (now resolved) mysterious hock swelling. With my comeback, and because of my voluptuous figure, I am temporarily abstaining from work on concussive surfaces, difficult footing, and precipitous slopes. Unfortunately, my local trails—lovely and abundant though they may be—are comprised mostly of concussive surfaces . . . and difficult footing . . . and precipitous slopes.

Today, FarmWife hitched up the trailer and took me ten minutes down yonder highway to the lovely and thoroughly tamed Cascade Trail, a wide, flat, well-groomed thoroughfare by which walkers, cyclists and equestrians might traverse Skagit county. It was just perfect! Flat as a pancake, beautifully-textured, well maintained, and sparsely dotted with courteous cyclists and perambulators. Along trailside, placid bovines bore quiet witness to our passage, lending to the morning's overall quality of reflective serenity.

The trail did offer the occasional Suspicious Bridge, the first of which we had need to cross thrice—once with FarmWife afoot, blazing the trail and offering herself up as troll bait, then back again and across a third time with me beneath and her astride. The troll, apparently, was sleeping throughout, but I still argue that my suspicion was well-placed. 

We ended our little jaunt and turned back at the pasture of a lovely gray mule and his horse companions, though the trail ahead looked as welcoming as any. We shall go again. 

Ears to you,

Fenway

We, the Wickershamians of Bent Barrow Farm, were visited this week by our first ever through-hiker from the Pacific Northwest Trail. The PNT, a recently designated National Scenic Trail, passes right under my silky brown nose! This fellow, having hiked from nearby Bellingham Bay, filled his water bottles at our spigot before continuing towards his final destination—Montana. I envy him, slightly . . . I hear the meadows there are delicious this time of year.

As for equines and the rules governing their presence, each segment of the trail is subject to local regulations. This means that, now and for the forseeable future, most parts are probably open to hooved traffic. As for whether I, Fenway Bartholomule, could legally and practically traverse the breadth of the Western States from my very own yard, I am not quite sure. Perhaps some one of you—someone with a free human, perhaps, and no larval children in the home—could ride it first? Perhaps you could let me know how it is? Whether there are ample delicious grasses, and whether the watering holes are fresh and frequent?

As for me, I will remain here, offering water and a bray of encouragement to all who travel by.

Happy Trails,
Fenway

That's my Human!

That's my larval human #1 on the cover of that thar' magazine!


http://foothillsgazette.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Gazette-Vol-5-22.pdf 

Way to go, pig, as well. I wish we knew your name.

Ears to you,
Fenway

A new shirt suggestion.

Bumper stickers and magnets are coming! Here's the image (click to enlarge, but please ignore the weird line in the middle as it won't appear in the final copy):

and as for shirts . . . 

How's this for the back. For the front left, some text . . . help me choose!


I ♥ FENWAY BARTHOLOMULE


or


WWFD?


or


EARS TO YOU


or


HALF ASS AND PROUD


or


SHINE




Now, as for shirt color . . . I think charcoal would look nice. Other options include chocolate, tan, black, forest, military green, navy, pale blue, or just about anything else you can think of, but we're going to have to agree on something before I place this order. (It's hard enough convincing the sales guy to deal with me, a mule . . . harder if I can't be decisive!) I'd also be grateful if you'd let me know how I'm doing on sizing—I'm thinking mostly small, medium and large with a handful of Youth Small and Youth Medium, a handful of Youth Extra Small, a handful of Extra Large and a couple XXLs for good measure. If that won't cover you, speak now or forever hold your peace! (Unfortunately, they've already said a firm NO on the XXXXXXL, so I won't be rockin' one myself.)


I'll see what I can do about Made in the USA and/or organic shirts, but since cost seems to be the single most important factor per yesterday's survey I'll make the final deci$ion with that in mind.


I'm lovin' this interest, your feedback, and the helpful design tips here and on my facebook page. Thanks.


Ears to you,
Fenway

What do you think? On the right track?

Keeping in mind that these designs will be modified to suit a variety of shirt-colors, do you like this concept? What are your thoughts on fonts? Too artsy, just right?

T-shirt design proposal 1:

design proposal 1a:

Design proposal 1b:

The 123's of Fenway Bartholomule

One pretty face, beautiful and bright
Two lovely ears, shining in the light
Three paddock friends—two white, one brown
Four solid hooves, with Easyboots all 'round
Five pounds of hay twice a day—that's all I eat!
Six are the days when my FarmWife's home each week
Seven mornings every week you'll hear my trilling bray,
Eight weeks off since my hock did swell one day.
Nine lives for me, I hope, and for my tigers too . . .
Ten stars for you, my fans—you're dear. Now, ears to you!

FB

The ABCs of Fenway Bartholomule

Print by Marnon http://www.marnon.etsy.com

Adorable Animal
Beautiful Beast
Charming Companion
Devoted Diner
Exquisite Equine
Faithful Friend
Good Guy
Hybrid Hero
Illuminated Individual
Joyful John
Kind Kid
Lovable Lad
Magnificent Mount
Nifty Neddy
Oxyphonic Orator
Proud Prancer
Quotatious Quadruped
Riveting Raconteur
Shining Sage
Terrific Tetrapod
Undaunted Ululator
Volitient Voyager
Witty Writer
X-rayed Xenodochialist
Youthful Yankee
Zaftig Zenmule

Shy Carrot

"I can't," he said. "I'm too shy."

"You can," I told him. "You'll be delicious."

"Oh, OK."

 . . . . gulp . . . .

he tasted GREAT.

100th Anniversary of the NW Washington Fair

From Alpacapillars to Zinnias, the Lynden fair was all that and then some. My humans report a good day had by all; no mule sightings, unfortunately, though there was a lovely mini-donk named Buckles in the petting zoo area. (In the image below, he tastes Larval Human #1's zipper pull. No fingers were threatened during the making of  this photograph).

FarmWife brought home a bag of  ♥ NICKER DOODLES  ♥ brand mule cookies (ingredients: whole wheat flower, wheat bran, fresh carrots, and molasses). They were a present from Horses at Heart, a Whatcom county non-profit horse rescue. 

Here are a few photos from the day. 

What's This?

What's this?

This, my dears, is a Trail Mule. A sound as a pound (and round as a . . . well, let's not) trail mule, ready for some rider-carrying action.

Yes, on Thursday, for the first time in several months, I took FarmWife up yonder trail. We took it easy, making careful avoidance of such common trechers as Challenging Terrain; Difficult Footing; Concussive Surfaces; and my personal favorite, Precipitous Slopes. I was just lovely, and FarmWife says we shall do it again. We shall also, she says, keep up with light ground work and frequent hand-walks—this, she says, because of a certain degree of out-of-shapeness which has crept in.

We are on the "gentle re-introduction to fitness" plan, which means I don't actually have to do anything strenuous for several weeks yet. Unfortunately, it also means I don't get to Trot like the Wind until September or later. (My Like-the-Wind trot, as I've mentioned before, is rather like this but with a higher-degree of ear flop).



Wish me luck, wish me muleness, and wish me many sound miles on trails smooth and scenic. I, as always, wish the same for you.

Ears to you,
Fenway