Well, my twelve days of Christmas thing sure fell flat. It is just so hard for FarmWife to find time for blogging with her dear old mule when she's also busy with three jobs, three kids, and a house.
Here's my new years resolution:…
On the ninth day of Christmas
♫ On the ninth day of Christmas, my FarmWife gave to me nine bites of carrot, eight hugs and kisses, seven lights a-shining, six apple slices, five meager graaaains . . . four big blue buckets, three flakes of hay, two little tigers, and a…
On the eighth day of Christmas
♫ On the eighth day of Christmas, my FarmWife gave to me eight hugs and kisses, seven lights a-shining, six apple slices, five meager graaaains . . . four big blue buckets, three flakes of hay, two little tigers, and a chihuahua in a tree…
On the seventh day of Christmas
♫ On the seventh day of Christmas, my FarmWife gave to me seven lights a-shining, six apple slices, five meager graaaains . . . four big blue buckets, three flakes of hay, two little tigers, and a chihuahua in a tree. ♫
On the sixth day of Christmas
♫ On the sixth day of Christmas, my FarmWife gave to me six apple slices, five meager graaaains . . . four big blue buckets, three flakes of hay, two little tigers, and a chihuahua in a tree. ♫
On the fifth day of Christmas
♫ On the fifth day of Christmas, my FarmWife gave to me five meager graaaains . . .
four big blue buckets, three flakes of hay, two little tigers, and a chihuahua in a tree. ♫
On the fourth day of Christmas
♫ On the fourth day of Christmas, my FarmWife gave to me
four big blue buckets, three flakes of hay, two little tigers, and a chihuahua in a tree. ♫
On the Third Day of Christmas
♫ On the third day of Christmas, my FarmWife gave to me
three flakes of hay, two little tigers, and a chihuahua in a tree. ♫
On the second day of Christmas
♫ On the second day of Christmas, my FarmWife gave to me
two little tigers and a chihuahua in a tree. ♫
On the first day of Christmas
♫ On the first day of Christmas, my FarmWife gave to me a chihuahua in a tree. ♫
Arrietty has become predictable
There is no longer any question as to whether Arrietty will hog the show every time FarmWife brings out the camera. She will. She does. And always with a smile!
Pigs Peace Sanctuary
FarmWife passed one of the most enjoyable afternoons in recent memory with the 190+ porcine residents of Pigs Peace Sanctuary in Stanwood, Washington. There, she saw a barnyard which was notably cleaner than her own, beautiful rolling gree…
One camera, two attitudes
This is me, Fenway, reacting to the presence of a camera. This is my sweetheart, Miss Arrietty, reacting to the presence of a camera. I'm not naming names, but someone is a bit of a show off. Love, FB
Revisiting our cast of characters
It's been a while since we talked, but in that time the demographics of Bent Barrow Farm have radically shifted. This summer, a weasel struck (nine hens dead in 72 hours), then we found other homes for all but our oldest remaining chic…
Happy birthday to me!
It's International Mole and Mule Day, the day when chemists the world over celebrate Avogadro's number while Friends of the Muleness celebrate me, Fenway Bartholomule! Did you know I turned 19 this month? We don't know the date…
The culinary explorations of an elderly goat
Purina Goat Chow? No thank you.
Equine Senior? Ho, hum.
Corn, oats, and barley? Blech.
Alfalfa pellets? Yaaaawwwwn.
Asphalt shingles and moldy tar paper? NOW we're talking!
Missy hasn't been so excited about a meal in ages. Good th…
Book 4
We are well situated
here at Bent Barrow Farm in regard to nature. While our 113 year-old
farmhouse sits on what many would consider a small parcel, we do have
what feels like the world's biggest backyard. Bent Barrow Farm sits
in the …
Book 3
Bent
Barrow Farm “ 'Begin
at the beginning,” the King said gravely, “and go on till you
come to the end: then stop.” This story
begins with this farm, if I can call it that. This farm sits on just
1.25 acres, but it’s all pasture and orc…
A book I was writing, part 2
Here's the second installment of the book I was writing. —Marnie
Roommates, continued My cockatiels lived at
that time in their own outbuilding, a flight cage of about a hundred
square feet, and so Rhody, the aptly named Rhode Island Re…
An excerpt from a book I started to write
Let's file this under "old but good." This is an excerpt from the book that I was writing, and which I ought to get back to. I'll parcel it out to you over the next few days, and you can see if you think it's worth fi…
A beautiful dogs, beautiful bird kind of day
I worked from home today (Labor Day + a cold = a great excuse to stay in) and enjoyed the time with my pets: Clover, who DOES have a tail (it's just wagging too fast to see)
Paisley, who ALWAYS looks this amazed
Kevin, who is THIS wond…
One blog, two voices
Dear friends and readers, I'm planning on deleting www.puddlerun.com , www.commissionedpoetry.com , and www.commissionedpoetry.blogspo t.com . The archives of those blogs are now intermingled with Fenway's posts here at www.BraysOfOurLi…
New role, new schedule
Dear friends,
My excuse? Sunny days, dusty hides, tender grasses, and the pleasure of fine company. It's hard to blog in these lazy days of summer.
FarmWife's excuse? She's been busy settling into a really exciting new positio…
Mama, why are you so boring?
Robin: "Mama, why are you so boring?" Mama: "Because I have a lot of jobs." I'm writing this morning to share the very happy news that I am transitioning into the Communications Manager role at Whidbey Institute, a So…
Well, we made it
Whatever it is that compels you human Americans to celebrate freedom by recreating the terror of war in your own backyards each July 4th evades my understanding. I, Fenway Bartholomule, am an unflappable mule (except when visited upon by …
The Granny files
Did you know that I, Fenway Bartholomule, have some of the best human grannies in the whole wide world? Well, now you do. My human Granny Joan loves animals so much that she is even bringing a scraggly little kitten back to Washington from…
A big step
The oldest human filly is home for the summer from her other home (with dad) and I have this to say: she's nearly as tall as FarmWife, just as nice as FarmWife, and just as good at delivering hay, ear rubs, and scratches. It's offi…
Summertime . . . and the living is easy!
Ok, so it's not officially summer yet . . . but the living IS easy! I am relishing my role as Official Farm Greeter and Pasture Ornament. Could I be any more lovely, really?
FarmWife is using every spare minute of computer time to pus…
I am a RARA
I'm distancing myself more and more from mainstream horse industry thinking. In opposition to some vegans, I DO think it's humane to ride a horse if the discipline suits his physical and mental aptitudes and if you're willing t…
Who's the badass?
I was taking a look at the recent searches that led folks to Brays of Our Lives dot com (and yes, people, I do see what you type into Google so please keep your strangest queries to yourselves!) Here are some highlights:
Confused llamas
F…
Feast time is over, let the famine begin.
Well, it's official. I am no longer skinny. After losing a lot of weight this winter (we're guessing it was due to encysted strongyles), I'm now round as pound, plump as a lump, fat as a cat, and what have you. I not too fat,…
My kind of math
A girl after her mother's heart! Here's my middle human filly's second grade math work:
Problem: write a story that matches the problem: 42+53.
Solution: "I have 42 mules. I get 53 more. How many mules do I have now?" …
A knee story
I turned 34 this morning. Cheers, Joan! Cheers, Tim! Thanks for bringing me into the world. I decided a few days ago that it's a lot better to be 34, out of shape, and just starting on the road to fitness than 40, 50, or 60, out of shap…
Happy birthday
Today is FarmWife's birthday. I heard we were going bowling and then out for sushi. I was so excited that I got all dressed up: new mane turrets, fresh fly spray (it's organic), the whole 9 yards. I heard that the sushi place had …
Rub-a-dub-dub
There is a rumor afoot (ahoof?) that Missy, Arrietty and I are going to get marvelous, magical BATHS on Wednesday! You see, temperatures are due to soar around 80 degrees fahrenheit this week, and that's an opportunity that can't b…
A quick update on me
This has been the Month of FarmWife: she talks about HER new job, HER house repairs, HER dentist appointments, HER PTA obligations, HER very busy schedule. Not a lot about ME on that list, and that's my excuse for being a very quiet mu…
Steel yourselves
Dear Readers, I, Fenway Bartholomule, cordially invite you to steel yourselves against an onslaught of beautiful, affectionate, darling pets, all in desperate need of loving homes, before visiting www.skagithumane.com . This is a website for…
Dog joy is the purest joy
There's no gratitude like dog gratitude. There is no happiness like dog happiness, especially when it's a dog who has been locked in a six by twelve box and is suddenly set free to romp, run, roll, cuddle, and play for twenty minut…
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