The first rule is that the baby goats are not allowed out in the pasture with me, Uncle Fenway, until Briony Bluebell is out of splints and frolicking on all four. This is because the humans have the misguided perception that I might, in a moment of frustration or clumsiness, nudge her too firmly or step in her vicinity with my mighty hooves. They are wrong, and it is an unnecessary restriction, but in the meantime I get all the pasture grass to myself. So there.
The second rule is that Briony Bluebell is allowed in the house for her daily bandage changes. This is terribly unfair. I needed bandaging too, once, when my hock was swollen. They never once invited me to recline on the sofa during the application of gauze and vetwrap, and they never once invited me to try out my freshly wrapped legs on the slate tiles of the comfortable foyer.
The third rule is that whenever B.G. gets a raisin and almond treat, which she likes particularly well, I get a handful of grass. This is a rule I can live with, even though I like raisin and almond treats better than grass. I am a mule who knows how to compromise. They cannot say that I'm not.
FenBar
Raisin and almond treats for humans and other people (but never for dogs!)
1 cup almonds
1 cup hazelnuts
1.5 cups raisins
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1/4 tsp. cloves
1/4 cup raw sugar with 1 addtl. tsp. cinnamon
Grind nuts in food processor until chopped finely. Add spices and raisins and continue to chop in food processor. Pour into a bowl and mix with 1/4 cup honey. Roll in cinnamon sugar to coat. Store in the refrigerator. These treats are good for goats, horses, and people but not for insulin-resistent or obese equines.
We're now on Instagram!
View this profile on Instagram@braysofourlives • Instagram photos and videos
Blog Archive
-
▼
2011
(381)
-
▼
June
(31)
- Rain
- I can help you with that
- Fond farewells
- The things humans say, think, and do
- Five things my mother in law taught me
- Another good reason not to wear shoes
- Oxymoronic
- It ain't no thang
- Best. Week. Evar.
- Cute baby animals
- Here are the rules
- Ministering to the sick
- A story with sad bits and happy bits
- Drumroll . . . .
- A heartfelt apology
- Silly FarmWife
- Top view
- The Bold and the Brayful: misbehavior and the art ...
- Lightbulb
- Par-tay!
- I'm in charge
- Sniff, sniff
- Cinema
- Yay internet!
- These are the things
- Me versus Cletus
- The real tragedy
- Whee!
- Ten reasons to envy me, Fenway Bartholomule
- Ten reasons to envy FarmWife
- Slither for the roses
-
▼
June
(31)
Copyright 2026, Brays Of Our Lives. Powered by Blogger.
Fenway, I will this recipe for dessert. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIt's your lot in life, Fenway, though I think Farmwife's husband wouldn't be surprised if she ministered to you in the house as well. I will show the recipe to my wife Marcia.
ReplyDeleteEars,