An old movie

I am  good mule. I do as I'm told. Here is FarmWife trying to prove it to you by recording a little video of me walking, trotting, and cantering without reins. (Of course, when it's just the two of us she tones the spoken commands…

Lucky you

If you give me seven hundred and fifty dollars, I will give you my Volvo hay mother. Lucky you! Fen p.s. The subtext here is that FarmWife and FarmHusband went truck shopping today, and FarmWife is finally driving a vehicle which was made …

Learning to read

Learning to read
D is learning to read.  I remember the revelation of learning to read myself—to really read, cover to cover, and understand. It happened on the front steps of my house in Piedmont, Calif., where I lived from ages four to eight. It was a boo…

Nude dude

Nude dude
I'm mostly naked these days—FarmWife doesn't want to start blanketing me until it gets colder, and I don't have a rain sheet of my own. (Sniff. Sniff. One precious tear.) I'm naked, muddy, and soaking wet but FarmWife like…

An update

An update
I'm sound at the walk, turned out in Easyboots during the day and stalled (barefoot) at night. FarmWife is getting a terrible amount of pleasure out of scrubbing my soles with pine tar every morning and evening, but at least I'm n…

FarmWife spent the weekend with a bunch of big hairy animals. (No, regrettably I don't mean me and my goats.) She enjoyed cuddling some companionable musk oxen, some cheerful elk cows, some inquisitive fallow deer and some bold bison.…

This is FarmWife's middle child, who recently turned seven. Yes, she asked for a bike for her birthday. Yes, she got a bike for her birthday. She has asked for a bike a handful of times in her life, and she has asked for a muleback ri…