Dearest Fenway, My own Henry mule aspires to be the sort of steady trail companion you have become, but we have hit a rather troubling wall; that of his ears going anywhere near a bridle. He is perfectly content to have the crown of a halte…
If wishes were horses—
—we'd all have plenty of compost. If I stumble upon a couple grand tomorrow, I'll first attempt to return it to its rightful owner. When the rightful owner turns out to be a generous mondomultigazillionaire who tells me, "thank…
Look at the dam wall
This has made the rounds of the internet before, but I just learned of it today. I thought it was bad having goats in my shed, goats on my fence, goats in the manger. The friendly folks of Diga del Cingino, Italy, however, have an even wor…
Anniversaries
Here's the thing that's happening next weekend: FarmWife is leaving me. Grampa will come to the farm, though, so that will be good—he doesn't understand the finer points of equine obesity, and might through plaintive braying b…
Hooves
FarmWife trimmed them today.
FarmWife has been sick, and FarmWife isn't at her best, but FarmWife trimmed my feet today because my feet are easy. I am a gentleman.
FarmWife is a bit of a safety snob, and she's all about the "…
'tis only a flesh wound
Here's my boo-boo. It's a few days old now, and healing nicely, but it's going to mean no saddling me for a while. That's OK—I've got a fleshy pillow of a back, and FarmWife is nimble enough to manage a bareback ride. W…
Spring, glorious spring!
This would be a "real life > computer" sort of a day if I were feeling well—the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the garden is springing to life. The goats are cavorting like kids and the mule is rolling in new place…
Baa baa rainbow sheep!
♬♪Baa baa rainbow sheep, have you any wool? Yes Fen, yes Fen, two bags full. One for your FarmWife to knit ear nets for you, One for the fillies to play with after school, Baa baa rainbow sheep, thank you for the wool! It's wonderfully fuz…
The inner workings of a child's mind
Three year old R was disappointed when I told her she could not use the urinal at the Blue Mountain Grill. "Why do boys get a special potty?!," she wailed. "They pee differently." "I can pee in the special potty!"…
Problems
My Easyboot gaiters, which were held together by little bits of neoprene and embroidery thread and some patched-on bits of nylon automobile seatbelts, are no longer held together. They're in a number of pieces. FarmWife's repairs,…
Hoofbeats
It's official: I am the spokesmule of Hoofbeats , the new English tack store in Bellingham, Washington. In that capacity, let me tell you this: you should shop there.
My agent (FarmWife) has dropped in with apologies for my failure to …
I'm "cowy," alright.
I have a very clear concept of the Control and Direction of Livestock Animals. FarmWife is almost certain that that makes me half quarter horse, though half quarter horse equals one eighth horse which is the furthest thing from the truth o…
He Doth Protest
FarmWife and I had a gloriously warm, brilliantly blue, fabulously sunny morning yesterday. With the smallest human at a friend's house and the others at school, it was an unprecedented opportunity. Not only did we seize the day, but …
Alternative transportation
FarmWife went on a bike ride to the local watering hole yesterday, with our youngest human filly in tow. Normally, my hackles would be up at the preposterous suggestion that any mode of transportation could serve better than me, Fenway Ba…
Blogger isn't working.
The only way I have been able to access my blogs today has been to go and hit "edit" on a post, then from that post tab pop over to "new post", adjacent. Any tips on how to regain total functionality? I get error bX-f0h…
Competing hobbies
FarmWife has another hobby besides blogging and muleback riding (shocking, I know!). Unfortunately, she says I cannot participate in it with her because of Loudness.
I know something about Loudness. Do you remember The Bray of Wonder? Lou…
Wringing my hooves
Wringing my hooves, literally, is rather difficult—firstly, there is the musculoskeletal strength that a prolonged levade requires. I am simply not in the physical condition to support my weight on my hind limbs for any length of time. Sec…
Hay Storage Solutions
FarmWife is worried about rising prices of commodities, and she's sorry that she only has one acre of grass. Luckily, we live in a place where hay is affordable, high in quality, and easy to come by in July and August. Our storage lim…
Bird business
Both of these exotic specimens were photographed here at Bent Barrow Farm. It's a good thing one didn't eat the other.
Advice from an editor
One of FarmWife's editors recently passed down this bit of wisdom: "Simplify, simplify . . . until only the best remains." It works for articles, for publications, and for life.
It has FarmWife thinking all sorts of things, …
Writing to the stars—a copy of my letter to Ewan
Ewan McGregor United Talent Agency 9560 Wilshire Blvd. Suite 500 Beverly Hills, CA 90212-2401 USA Dear Mr. McGregor, You mentioned your interest in owning a donkey during an episode of The Long Way Down, and I wanted to encourage you to give it a…
Ewan McGregor wants a donkey . . .
. . . and I think he should rescue one. In this clip from his show The Long Way Down , Ewan expresses his appreciation for the donkeys of the African continent. In the episode from which it was extracted, he goes on to say that he actually…
I pledge allegiance, as a mule, to the United States of America
What this country needs is a return to the land, to self-sufficiency, to community, and to good old fashioned hard work. What better to represent that than by freshening up our flag with an image of America's first best worker, the mu…
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