What Other Explanation Can There Be?

I have the sinking feeling that FarmWife has been reading too much about Amigo, the horse who battled a tree, and has become nervous about the safety of her own hoofbeasts as a result. After all, what possible explanation can there be for the otherwise baffling erection of an outdoor surgical suite with overhead sling support here at Bent Barrow Farm?

While I'm flattered at her attempt at preparedness, there are two important facts that FarmWife appears to be missing. The first: I am unstoppable. Chances that I will suffer a severe injury requiring traction are virtually nil. Knock on wood. Second: if I am somehow incapacitated, we are not going to attempt some sort of do-it-yourself, economizing approach. I don't care if she is an aspiring nursing student and a frugal mother, I want to go to the large animal hospital at Pilchuck.

All that aside, I am flattered by the lengths to which she has gone, in commissioning her husband to build this construct for me. Knowing, as I do, that I will never need to use it, I don't mind at all that the larval humans have adopted it as their own personal centrifugal velocitators.

Now, about Amigo: Those who don't know his story can find it here. Amigo is a fighter, and is being cared for to the full extent of his doting FarmHusband's financial means, but his recovery is still far from certain and the bills are mounting. I, Fenway Bartholomule, would like to help, but I shook my piggy bank this morning and all I got out was a handful of haydust and two goat droppings.

Donations can be made through paypal to Amigo's family at katpirate@comcast.net, or here at Brays Of Our Lives. 100% of donations made via my own paypal button (Carrot Fund, on the right side of my website) will be forwarded to Amigo's family until further notice.

Until later, walk softly and look out for big sticks!

Fenway

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Here are the Cloud Dog's X-Rays

Here, for your edification, are the X-rays of dear Paisley's leg. There is, apparently, no new break (since his Monday siezure) but there is, of course, a great deal of abnormality caused by years of living with a shortened ulna. His pronounced lameness, the vet says, may temporarily improve. Unlike me, Fenway Bartholomule, poor cloud dog can't expect much in the way of a full recovery. Not having the $$$$ for surgery to fuse the joint, we are working on making some sort of rigid splint to support the limb and prevent further degeneration. That is, the humans (with their space-age material inventions and their opposable thumbs) are working on making a splint; I am working on giving cloud dog brayful looks of support and encouragement every time he totters into the yard to relieve himself. As always, he fears me (me?!) and keeps his distance. Ears to you, Fenway

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Vegan Spring Rolls

I, Fenway Bartholomule, am a vegan: of course I only eat plants, not people! My human is too, so I'm sharing my blog with her today so that she can participate in the 2014 Virtual Vegan Potluck ! When you're done perusing the recipe for these delicious spring rolls, click "back" or "forward" for the entire potluck experience! Virtual Vegan Potluck: Spring Roll Appetizers Beautiful? Check. Healthy? Check. Delicious? Check. Easy? Check. Fancy? Check. Quick to clean up after? Check. Vegan? OF COURSE! If you're looking for something portable, colorful, and crowd-pleasing for your next potluck, look no further than these simple vegan spring rolls! The best part? You can substitute ANYTHING. I never make these the same way twice, so play around with cilantro, kale, cabbage, scallions, or whatever you think sounds good! Ingredients Veggie mix: 2 carrots (grated) 4 oz mung bean sprouts 1/3 cup chopped peanuts (raw, or roasted and salted) or ...

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Stripey schemes and meadow dreams

As you may recall, I am the proud resident of a very charming little barn—some might call it a shed—which shelters me in the winter from rain, and in the summer from sun. This spring Farmwife and Farmhusband decided it should be painted. Green, suggested Farmwife. Red, suggested Farmhusband. Teal, suggested Farmwife. Yellow, suggested Farmhusband. Stripey, suggested Farmwife? She was thinking of a retro Chevy squarebody (a quick Google search will show you what I mean), but didn't quite know how to make that practical on boards and battons. Farmhusband, who is a wizard, not only figured how how the stripes ought to go, but also arranged for the painting to be done. What I ended up with, almost in the blink of an eye, is the brightest, most cheerful, stripeavaganza of a barn. Even the neighbors are fond of it! In front of the barn is a vast expanse of grass which I am not allowed to sample on account of my laminitis. Not only is Farmwife opposed to letting me eat...

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A List

FarmWife has a to-do list, and "Ride the Mule" is sadly absent. The best thing on the list is "Muck out the Paddock," during which time I can enjoy the pleasure of her delightful company. The worst thing on the list is "clean the house," which is sure to take hours and hours which would be better spent rubbing my splendiferous ears. There's hardly even time for blogging on my transcriptionist's agenda, so I'll keep this short. Here, before I go, is the view from FarmWife's bedroom window at various levels of zoom: Your friend, Fenway

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