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I always read and enjoy each and every comment here on Brays of Our Lives. FarmWife got a bit behind this weekend, but as she's catching up we thought we'd post a few recent comments (along with my newsy responses) for all to enjoy. Buddy, Dunie, Blue Page, Sian, Valentino, Junie, Little Big Red, AnnE, and so many wonderful others—your comments are always music to my magnificent ears. Bif, today I've enjoyed catching up on your comments and questions. Ears to you all.

Bif said...
Happy birthday, FB! I, personally, don't really have a known birthday. Mother doesn't celebrate any day for me, either. And I am afraid of googling Boyfriend birthday. But I am SO glad your FW noted your birthday... I'm sure you got some extra carrots out of the deal?
October 3, 2010 4:54 PM 
Bent Barrow Farm said...
FarmWife is trying very hard not to increase my carrot rations while the goat is sick. You see, it used to be that I would see her three or four times daily and that she would have a toothsome morsel for me at least two or three of those times. Now, I'm seeing her ten or twelve times a day and she has to practice conscious restraint in order not to give me nine or ten toothsome morsels each day. I am on the more voluptuous side of perfect, you know.

And yes, Bif, I'd be careful about googling "Boyfriend birthday." I once suffered the consequences of google's auto-correction and was presented with the image results for a "male harness" search.
October 4, 2010 8:52 AM 
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Valentino said...
"I am also in her back yard, which is very exciting because it means that even on busy days she can come out and give me a carrot now and then."

Farmwife is indeed a lucky human!!
October 3, 2010 11:27 AM 
Bif said...
And most shocking, the sun even appears to be shining... are you sure you are still in Washington?
October 3, 2010 4:51 PM 
Bent Barrow Farm said...
We are lucky, AND we are sunned upon! This autumn has been lovely in comparison to Juneuary and Augtober, suffered four and two months ago respectively.
October 4, 2010 8:49 AM 
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Bif said...
How goes Missy?
October 3, 2010 4:56 PM 
Bent Barrow Farm said...
Bif, thanks for asking. She has good times and less good times. She is generally much better than when she first fell ill six days ago, but she has not yet become strong enough to stand or roll over unassisted. That much time on one's belly can't be good for a soul.

She hasn't given up, though, and she's still eating heartily, braying—er, bleating—welcomingly, and maintaining a normal manure pile. We continue to hope for her full recovery!

FB
October 4, 2010 8:47 AM 


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  1. BuddyOctober 4, 2010 at 11:51 AM

    Hay Bif - I don't have a know birthday either - so we celebrate it on January 1st - like the TB's do. That way she can't forget!

    Fenway is very lucky to have a real birth Date!

    Happy Birthday my dear Fren!

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  2. BifOctober 5, 2010 at 7:10 PM

    Buddy,

    Mother says Nokotas have their birthdays on July 1st, since we are born in the wild, and January in North Dakota is just too cold to even think about as a birth month.

    There was a fellow in the bachelor band that was born rather early in the season.. His name was Tippy, because the tips of his ears were wrong, since they froze and broke/sloughed when he was a foal in that cold weather...

    you can see some of my cousins at www.nokotahorse.org if you're curious

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