A Disappointment

I, Fenway Bartholomule, had been prepared to share with you today a terribly splendid and mulishly stupendous bray via digital video media. Unfortunately, blogger and the tired Macbook are conspiring against me. Fear not! In the fashion o…

From Ancient Tribes of Kara Kum for Sweet Water Farm The ancient tribes of Kara Kum held dear to them these gems— The noble mares and stallions of old Turkmenistan.  With gilded coats and fiery eyes they strode with chiseled grace— Perfection s…

For Oliver Twist,  Who Could Not Stay We make some friends in these short lives Who touch us to the core— Who feel to us like soulmates, Make us cherish each day more. We make some friends who are so kind— So full of love to give— That they make e…

Chisholm’s Thundercloud on Life I was born a darling pet— A favorite: cherished, loved. I learned to trust and learned to play And learned what life’s made of. Then circumstances intervened, And life became uncertain— Forsaken, lost, unloved and …

Go Sox!

Go Sox!
This weekend, the humans are honoring FarmHusband's birthday by going to see the Red Sox at Safeco Field. Rooting against the home team—someone's got to do it, I suppose, and the Mariners have been on bad behavior lately as it is!…

Shine

Shine
Now's your chance, longears, to shoulder your way into the spotlight! The official 2011 Brays of Our Lives calendar is slowly transitioning from Dream to Plan, but we need you! I know, 12 months of Fenway sounds pretty delicious . . .…

Hoofies

Hoofies
My favorite blog on the subject of hooves has to be Fran Jurga's . She doesn't specialize in barefoot hoofies, Easybooted hoofies, or mule hoofies, but somehow she always has something interesting to say! I am not a Hoofcare and La…

Making a Living

Making a Living
I have a new plan for making a living: sell my writing.  . . . . OK, now wipe away your tears of laughter and listen—I am happy here at my desk. I am full of ideas, I love what I'm doing, and I am getting positive feedback—lots of it, unsol…

Toebee, Big Inside My years are few as you may count— Of moons I shan’t see many— But my days are as full as yours And my life grand as any. My heart is small by measured weight, My pulse is light’ning fast, But it’s a brave heart, good and true, …

Do the Hustle

Do the Hustle
Well, friends, I may be temporarily retired from riding, but I am still sound enough to do the grapevine and the funky chicken. I have spent a minute or two here or there teaching FarmWife to do  this , and now she can go forwards and backw…

For Cody, Still Cherished Some lives are far too fragile,  Some lives are far too brief— Some lives so grand that when they’re gone  There’s everlasting grief.  Some loves are so enduring— Some bonds so firmly sealed— That even death can’t shake …

The Greatest Subject for Sue Kroll—a great artist A painter’s eye can beauty find  Within a bowl of fruit;  A vase of blossoms can inspire art.  A scenic lake can fine art make,  As vistas can inspire, The nude in the museum plays her part. But sh…

Words from Rambo to his Human  What were horses made to do?  To live within a herd— To eat, to play, to race about,  To speak without a word. What were horses made to love? Sweet grass, good friends, and space— The pleasure of good company, a play…