Saltblock, you were with me when the goats were out to browse.
You stood staunchly at my hoofies when my FarmWife wasn't 'round.
You are stoic, you are patient, you are tan rather than pink,
You enrich me with your traces of selen…
Acme PTA
I am honored and excited to be the incoming secretary for Acme Elementary's Parent Teacher Association. Aside from vague memories of watching my mom eat brownies in a claustrophobic, windowless room in Piedmont, California, my PTA expe…
Menu suggestions
FarmWife is off to the grocer today, which leads me to wonder: if I, a mule who weighs roughly 800 pounds, survive on 1.5 flakes of grass hay per day, then shouldn't the whole human family (which weighs in at far less than 800 pounds,…
Somewhere over the rainbow
The humans told me they were going somewhere without me this weekend. They neglected to say they were going somewhere over the rainbow ! I am rather jealous, as I hear there are wonderful slippers and delicious straw men and oogly boogly …
My painting
I'm going to get my oil painting soon! The artist, Shaila of Orange Horse Art , emailed to say it's ready for me. We'll get together next week for the big reveal. It will take place here at Bent Barrow Farm, I think, as she rath…
Sister Appreciation Day
My youngest human, Robin, decided that all this talk of Mothers (May) and Fathers (June) justified the establishment of a new holiday: Sister Appreciation Day, which she says can be held weekly, at least. Yesterday, May 25 2012, was the fi…
Mowing
FarmWife and FarmHusband currently maintain their lawn with one of these:
They plan, in the short term, to start using one of these:
And, in the long term, to get one of these:
I recommend, as an alternative, using one of these:
Sounds real and imagined: a poem about tinnitus
My lone ear hears a symphony of two mules, trains, and rain. The best is yet to come to me, Bob Dylan once explained. But here I dwell in paradise Beside my closest friend. Our one flat acre, fruitful, lush, He'll tirelessly tend. We dwell wit…
Hairs
Let me assure you that I am not neglecting my blog on purpose—no, I am neglecting it as a byproduct of being a very sheddish sort of an animal this May. There are many hours in each day, true, but several of them need always be dedicated …
Biscotti
You may or may not be aware that our friends over at Save Your Ass Longear Rescue recently bailed baby Biscotti and his donkey dam Cookie from the Camelot Auction. Sadly, he's not well. Here's their assessment: Little Biscotti is ve…
Welcome to Western Washington
After a week of unseasonable sun we are now back to the phenomenal, awesome dreariness that characterizes our beautiful region: a deluge of rain which will serve, to look at the positive side, to keep our pastures green. FarmWife is being …
The Fenway 50, #10
This is the Fenway 50 : a list of memorable items and occasions at which I have been slowly chipping away. For #s 1 through 9, do a search here at Brays of Our Lives for the term Fenway 50.
The 10th point on the list calls for a photo of me…
The story of Arrietty
Here is the story of Arrietty, as well as we know it:
She was born seven years ago to a miniature mare in Conway, Washington. She was named Teaspoon by her breeder. Her breeder, a nurse, trained her to go into nursing homes to assist a ma…
There are risks
Being a little girls' mule is a dangerous occupation. This job may involve exposure to rubber bands, hairbrushes, and flowers. Contamination with decorative items is extremely likely. Beautification is a common side effect.
Mini-me
I promised you a brayful new friend on Mothers' Day, and here she is! We are all far too busy enjoying her to get down to the business of writing a serious blog post, but I promise you that we will have many tales of tremendous advent…
The difference
In case you missed my earlier comparisons, I will illustrate again for you the difference between mules and goats.
The ingredients for successfully keeping goats out of the raspberry patch: One dozen heavy-duty 6-ft. steel t-posts One 100&#…
Arts n' crafts
FarmWife is going to spend today making some of these: http://horsesaddleshop.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-your-own-fly-trap-death-to-pests.html
Her children, who are terribly crafty, will be recruited to help.
See? She's a playful and cr…
Brays O' Four Lives
www.BraysOfOurLives.com or www.BraysOFourLives.com? Either way works, though of course the former is punnier.
These are, in one sense, Brays o' four lives. There was my first, at the feet of my mother. Her name is lost in the mists of…
A wizard
Like me, my human Grandpa Tim holds phenomenal, cosmic power: in his case, it is the power to cage the stars themselves.
When FarmWife went away to a conference and left FarmHusband and FarmGrandpa in charge, FarmGrandpa came into my stal…
The toenail dialogues
One our rabbits was a hand-me-down, brought up without regular toe-trim-training-time. When the monthly Toenail Day rolls around she is always the first to dart away and hide in a corner. I will excerpt for you a part of the conversation I…
Mothers' Day
Astute readers have commented that I have hinted at but not gotten specific about my pending friend: a seven year-old molly mule, measuring just 33" at the withers, who will be coming to live with me on Mothers' Day. I have been …
The Fenway 50, #7, 8, and 9.
The Fenway 50 #7: my favorite treats.
#8: my house.
#9: my favorite stall decoration. Right now, I suppose it's the prayer flags. By the 13th of May, I expect my new favorite to be this mini mule, whose arrival at Bent Barrow Farm is s…
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