Dear horse who tore, riderless, through the royal wedding procession, You are welcome here. I understand your actions (how boring all that pomp and circumstance must have been, and how irksome that rejoicing crowd!) and I forgive you for th…
Alpaca Face
Sometimes the best thing you can do is just think of an alpaca face.
It's a great alternative to worrying about the future, wringing your hands over the past, or getting down to the business of some unpleasant task.
Who knows—maybe …
A story, with Paco Collars as its hero
Once upon a time there was a puppy named Garth. You might think him unlucky—after all, he was born deaf in a litter of hearing pups, and was scheduled to be culled at six weeks of age. He was taken home by a soft-hearted college kid inste…
Grass
It's greener on the other side. Our delightful neighbors have been offering me paddock space for some time now, and I've always politely declined out of a sense of . . . oh, I don't even know. Independence, I suppose, or self su…
Limbo like me
http://youtu.be/ibjHm7tvw2I
Breaking news—I, Fenway Bartholomule, have disrespected the phantom fence. (The phantom fence is FarmWIfe's pseudoelectric line—the one that looks like a live wire, but isn't. She uses it to divide my pa…
The Jar
There's a jar on FarmWife's counter with $20.78 in it. It says "Farm Fund." FarmWife says that when it is full enough, we will go to a verdant meadow amidst rolling hills, and I will have pastures and wildflowers and bab…
Rabbit Mouths
Click for rabbit mouths.
The house mules—FarmWife calls them rabbits—are not unlike paddock mules, except that they are small, malformed, and lacking hooves.
What is it about rabbit mouths, though? The humans seem to love them. They'r…
Trying for the perfect picture.
Happy Easter—may your grass be green, may your bunnies be happy, and may your FarmWife love you as much as mine loves me. Fenway Bartholomule
Just call me Fenway "Shuttlebus" Bartholomule
Today I carried my oldest human filly up to the valley of the deer skeletons, at which place she got off and handed me to her mother. FarmWife mounted and enjoyed a brief trot down to the end of the pipeline road and a canter on the return…
Grow a pair
You may recall my having been frightened by a sheep a few weeks back. It demonstrated a terrible lack of courage, and I stand humbled before you in apology for my gutless response to an unfamiliar ungulate.
Luckily, some wonderful ladies f…
A fun way to pass the time
This was going to be a makeup, wardrobe, and photos kind of a day, as I have some new items that I desperately need to show off. It's rainy, though, and you may be aware that I have no cosy dressing room in which to prepare on an incl…
More house history
You may recall that I shared a photo of the Wickershams of Wickersham, Washington a few months ago. At that time, I knew little else about them. Here is the original Puddle Run post on the subject: http://www.puddlerun.com/2010/04/wickersh…
My kind of guy
My human Grampa Phil came from far, far away to visit this weekend, and although he's gone now he won't soon be forgotten. He brought his wife, my human Grammy Jane, and also carrots. Two of the world's best things, If I do sa…
Oh, nuts
I like my coffee less when B.G. and Missy, our Saanen does, are dry. Black coffee never did suit me, and store bought cow's milk comes with so much suffering. Soy milk makes me ill (I have an allergy, though I seem to tolerate tempeh a…
I owe ewe
Readers, You may recall that I spooked at a sheep a couple of weeks ago, and while I'm tempted to leave the past alone I felt I ought to share (with permission, of course) this comforting bit of encouragement from my Wyoming friends, th…
A bit of preaching as Easter approaches
This Easter, don't do the following: Buy or support businesses who buy dyed or colored chicks. This is sick. Don't endorse it. They usually croak, anyway, and . . . well . . . eew. Just say no. Buy a live housemule. Sure, a rabbit …
The house
This is FarmWife's house.
This house was built in 1901, and local legend says that it was the electrical transfer station for Wickersham back when Wickersham was a real town—a metropolis, practically, serving as the meeting place betw…
Sometimes you feel like a nut
Sometimes you feel like a nut*,
sometimes you don't.
*Disclaimer—FarmWife doesn't usually let me go about spazzing like this. I just happened to spook at a suspicious "moo" from the adjoining pasture at precisely the sa…
Memory Lane
If there's one good thing about a fried hard drive, it's that it gives a mule an excuse to look through his photo archives. There are certainly some "keepers" on this old computer, and thanks to to our external backup we…
Contest!
FarmWife is a budding needle felter, and needs YOU to encourage her developing skill! Share a picture of your pet on my facebook wall , and tell me why she should felt him or her. Then, ask your friends to "like" the photo. The fa…
Dear Universe
Dear Universe,
Somewhere in a barn somewhere there is an unused 19 inch full face work collar in good repair. It is sitting there, gathering dust. Also, I think, there are some sturdy 20" farm hames. Oh, and a pair of short tugs (not…
Before and After
I'm going to have to organize a before and after slideshow one of these days. It's hard to look out the window and remember anything other than what I see today—a tidy fence, an evergreen lawn, young fruit and nut trees, the cool, …
Busy, busy
FarmWife has been busy, busy, busy today and had no time to ride or to groom her darling Fenway Bartholomule. I passed the morning, meanwhile, thinking of what she could do if she WEREN'T so busy. I came up with a hundred ideas, but he…
Sheep
So FarmWife told me about sheep: fuzzy critters that grow cloudlike fibers of joy and goodness out of their skin. We even got a great big sack of said fibers in the mail from some kind sheep from Wyoming—it was swell! All was good. (FarmWi…
Plowing
FarmWife thinks she needs a ten inch single furrow walking plow and a work collar, short tugs, and farm hames in order to use me for plowing.
I think she needs a team of mammoth mules or a John Deere tractor, plus a nice cabana for me to …
Breaking News
R, my youngest human, turned four yesterday. You know what that means, right? Time to start her under saddle!
I plan to get her one of these:
She can use it to carry hay, grain, apples, carrots, plums, pop tarts, and soft dandy brushes (I&…
The udder kind of mount
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18UPCJdt08k
There are those naysayers who think a mule is step down from a horse (they're wrong) or who scoff at an unconventional mount. There are those who question FarmWife's decision to embrace a…
Cake
I've had a request from a friend of Fenway for my favorite cake recipe, which works really well for ANY occasion and which can be modified a million ways. My favorite cake recipe is based upon this one , which is good in it's own ri…
FarmWife's little supervisor
FarmWife's little supervisor, Clover, sits on donkeyback beside her desk. FarmWife doesn't put her there. No, she hops up on her own! Perhaps, like a landowner of old, she feels superior when looking down from astride.
FarmWife d…
Pocket Fen
While FarmWife is opposed to genetic engineering on principle, she's not hard-nosed enough to turn down the opportunity of a lifetime when it's presented to her. When geneticists from Washington State University contacted her earl…
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