http://www.iamboyfriend.com/2011/08/literary-sort-of-day.html
Only click here if you think you can read a touching, bittersweet poem without crying. As Bif says, it's a "circle of life" sort of thing.
Would that I could gallop across those hills
Oh, enough with the poetic license . What I actually meant to say was, "would that I could schlump up that hill and eat some food." FarmWife is the one with the visions of rapid parambulation across the rugged wilderness, but we b…
Five favorite little parts of my routine
My daily routine is somewhat fixed, and except for the occasional ride I don't vary too much in my habits. There are a few highlights to every day, and here are a few of them:
1) the daily bray. This is always issued around 8 am, and …
The eternal struggle to dry Missy off
Missy was bred to make milk. Never mind that she is also a sweetheart with the brain of a criminal mastermind, and that she's one of the world's cutest creatures, and that she defied death and came back from the edge of the grave l…
My new badge
Here's a beautiful badge from my good friend S—if you like it, please feel free to share it on your own blog sidebar! Let me know if you do—I love adding my own favorite blogs to the "FenBar Reads" list below.
Ears,
Fen
Thank you, guest bloggers and neighbor friends!
I didn't want to say so at the time, but the reason we needed guest bloggers was that FarmWife took her human family away for a WHOLE WEEK to a vacation house for a family reunion. There was a great big ground-floor master suite that…
Guest Blogger 5: "A story about Candy Mae Mule"
Dear Fenway...I know you are looking for some stories while your transcriptionist is busy. So, here is a story about me, Candy Mae Mule! I was born in Idaho, lived in Montana and am now semi retired in Florida. I lead a fine life in a big …
Guest Blogger 4: "Equine Poetry"
Equine Poetry
By Bob Goddard http://www.horsecrazy.net/bobsblog/
Sometimes a moment of great artistic
inspiration can be pinpointed. Mine came when I saw the letter “C”
printed neatly in magic marker on an empty milk jug. My horse
obs…
Guest Blogger #3, continued
CONTINUATION
by Notoriass Manuel Laramie, Wyoming A mule amidst Arabians.
Most of the equine competitors in endurance racing are full or part Arabian horses. These trim, fiery steeds have been bred to run for thousands of years. They tos…
Guest Blogger #3: "Endurance Mules!"
Endurance
Mule! Notoriass Manuel Laramie, Wyoming
There’s no
denying it. It’s fun to ride a good mule up sandy washes, over
slick rock, and between the endless sage and rabbit brush around
Moab, Utah. Turns out, it’s more fun to do it …
Guest Blogger #2: "Donkeys, Mules and Horses: a quick overview"
Laura, the kind mistress of thehorsetalker.blogspot.com , kindly prepared this essay on the different between horses, donkeys, and mules in order to entertain and educate my readers during this guest-fest! Thanks, Laura! Ears, Fen
After o…
Guest Blogger #1: "The Hedgerow of Death"
I, Fenway Bartholomule, personally endorse this entry from galsandhorses.blogspot.com . Thanks for sharing your wit and wisdom with us! About the author: Wife and proud mother of two human children. One boy, age 12, and one girl, age 9. Both…
Some of you saw this coming
My children are growing older, which means they're civilized to the point of being able to go out on a social errand more than once a month and they have motives, wishes, and dreams of their own. They have friends. Hobbies. Obligations…
Spa day
First, I show up for my 10 am spa treatment expecting a eucalyptus steam room, seasalt exfoliation, a Swedish massage, and a cucumber facial. I get a quick currying and a once-over with the dandy brush. Then I ask my pedicurist for metal…
Goodbye, SuperShine
My summer SuperShine is gradually fading to the fuzzy, chocolatey deliciousness of the long-coat season. You can't tell yet, but I can . . . my perfect, gleaming little hairs are falling out a thousand at a time and my coat has a pri…
The place where FarmWife took me to die
This is an article about the place where FarmWife took me to die . . . and where I didn't die, after all, but only nearly did. FarmWife says it's an article about how she defused a difficult situation and turned it into a calming…
A wild and crazy weekend
My chihuahua's patella has been luxating. My FarmWife has been square dancing. My baby goats have been officially listed for sale. My human children have been practicing to become circus acrobats.
This is how our weekend has been. …
Hay, you!
FarmWife had an extravaganza of hay-hauling last week. She hitched up the trailer and drove to the nearby field again and again and again, and now there is hay bursting out of every orifice of our feedroom, woodshed, and mule trailer. Th…
Craigslist Mules
Trolling Craigslist in my region reveals that there are more mules than ever listed right now. It's a good time to be shopping (but also a good time to be a mule with a solid, forever home).
The tall, dark and handsome award goes to S…
I need you!
My transcriptionist is going to take a week off in order to attend to her social and professional obligations, and I'll be stuck without a typist for a full seven days. I need YOUR help!
Send me your content—amazing photos, touching…
It's all about the camera angle
There's no need for me to go about looking like a little twerp when a slight change in camera angle can make me look like a leggy athlete!
Wasted grasses
A terrible injustice has been done to the grazing animals of Bent Barrow Farm.
This weekend, the humans left us all in the care of the next door neighbors and they went away. We were not invited. They were gone overnight.
When they cam…
Hay season
August the 8th already! I spent the day working—a good thing, I suppose, since I spent the weekend spending. We drove to the Okanogan Highlands on Saturday, and I loved the meadows and scattered pines. I would have stayed a month or a year…
Top Five Reasons that Bovines are Suspect
You've already heard me go on about their filthy long tongues and terrible wet stools, but I have recently been forced to endure the company of FarmWife's favorite cow and I can assure that those are not the only reasons to abhor …
Heat
There's a burning orb of yellow-whiteness in the sky. It hurts my eyes when I look at it. The world is full of blues and yellows where there should be grays and browns, and when I exercise I get rivulets of fluid running off me. I was…
The terrible unexpected side effect
Here is the terrible unexpected side effect of owning three little girls and a foolish FarmWife:
I just can't decide if I look more like a chess piece, a stegasaurus, or some crown molding. As for FarmWife, she thinks I look Beeeee-Yoo…
The Bold and the Brayful: Passenger Safety Instructions
The Bold and the Brayful
A column by Fenway Bartholomule
Reprinted with permission from the Brayer
When FarmWife talked to a former owner of mine from a few homes ago, she was told that I could carry 350 pounds (I probably weigh 800). The…
My daily dose
Now that I am a celebrity mule, it's very important that my health be maintained with precise . . . um, precision. This was important when I was merely a pasture mule, too, but that's beside the point. The point is that I now get f…
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