What vibrant colors you render, Mr. Camera!

My two youngest human fillies riding Woodland Park Zoo's 1918 PTC
carousel. Long-time readers will know that FarmWife has a wee carousel
fetish, and you can assume that she was all a-twitter about this one.

I know what you're thinking. "That isn't the sort of dark, blurry photo that FarmWife could have taken with her cheap camera phone." No, it isn't, and do you know how this is possible? A dear friend of the Muleness read my recent disclaimer (the one that read "pardon the outdated photos, our camera is broken") and sent FarmWife a new camera with which to capture all the beauty that Bent Barrow Farm can afford! Can you believe it? It is a splendid gift.

We haven't had a truly beautiful day in Wickersham with which to capture my splendor since the device arrived, save for one which the family squandered by going to the zoo, but at least now I can reassure you as to the state of things that have transpired since the old Canon went kaput.

Here is my youngest human filly admiring a Woodland Park Zoo donkey,
who was one of the most cheerful and uplifting inmates. Some might
find it funny that the family left their mules for the day to go see
wild creatures and spent half the time ogling the domestic equines,
but what can I say? I've made longear lovers of them all.

Here is Arrietty leading her legion of schoolgirls on an after-school weight
loss hike. (Hopefully, the girls won't lose weight: 'Etty is the only one of
them that can spare a pound or two.) As you can see, Arrietty knows that
all athletes require adequate calories for peak performance.

This is me, looking a bit more dejected than I actually feel, demonstrating
that my weight loss has been reversed now that I am
eating a calorie rich diet of my own.

Missy says she will open a kissing booth to help pay for
my senior feed. "Mwah!" If you've never smelled goat
breath, give it a chance: it smells like a nice hoppy IPA,
since their rumens are like little breweries.

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Here are the Cloud Dog's X-Rays

Here, for your edification, are the X-rays of dear Paisley's leg. There is, apparently, no new break (since his Monday siezure) but there is, of course, a great deal of abnormality caused by years of living with a shortened ulna. His pronounced lameness, the vet says, may temporarily improve. Unlike me, Fenway Bartholomule, poor cloud dog can't expect much in the way of a full recovery. Not having the $$$$ for surgery to fuse the joint, we are working on making some sort of rigid splint to support the limb and prevent further degeneration. That is, the humans (with their space-age material inventions and their opposable thumbs) are working on making a splint; I am working on giving cloud dog brayful looks of support and encouragement every time he totters into the yard to relieve himself. As always, he fears me (me?!) and keeps his distance. Ears to you, Fenway

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Vegan Spring Rolls

I, Fenway Bartholomule, am a vegan: of course I only eat plants, not people! My human is too, so I'm sharing my blog with her today so that she can participate in the 2014 Virtual Vegan Potluck ! When you're done perusing the recipe for these delicious spring rolls, click "back" or "forward" for the entire potluck experience! Virtual Vegan Potluck: Spring Roll Appetizers Beautiful? Check. Healthy? Check. Delicious? Check. Easy? Check. Fancy? Check. Quick to clean up after? Check. Vegan? OF COURSE! If you're looking for something portable, colorful, and crowd-pleasing for your next potluck, look no further than these simple vegan spring rolls! The best part? You can substitute ANYTHING. I never make these the same way twice, so play around with cilantro, kale, cabbage, scallions, or whatever you think sounds good! Ingredients Veggie mix: 2 carrots (grated) 4 oz mung bean sprouts 1/3 cup chopped peanuts (raw, or roasted and salted) or ...

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Stripey schemes and meadow dreams

As you may recall, I am the proud resident of a very charming little barn—some might call it a shed—which shelters me in the winter from rain, and in the summer from sun. This spring Farmwife and Farmhusband decided it should be painted. Green, suggested Farmwife. Red, suggested Farmhusband. Teal, suggested Farmwife. Yellow, suggested Farmhusband. Stripey, suggested Farmwife? She was thinking of a retro Chevy squarebody (a quick Google search will show you what I mean), but didn't quite know how to make that practical on boards and battons. Farmhusband, who is a wizard, not only figured how how the stripes ought to go, but also arranged for the painting to be done. What I ended up with, almost in the blink of an eye, is the brightest, most cheerful, stripeavaganza of a barn. Even the neighbors are fond of it! In front of the barn is a vast expanse of grass which I am not allowed to sample on account of my laminitis. Not only is Farmwife opposed to letting me eat...

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A List

FarmWife has a to-do list, and "Ride the Mule" is sadly absent. The best thing on the list is "Muck out the Paddock," during which time I can enjoy the pleasure of her delightful company. The worst thing on the list is "clean the house," which is sure to take hours and hours which would be better spent rubbing my splendiferous ears. There's hardly even time for blogging on my transcriptionist's agenda, so I'll keep this short. Here, before I go, is the view from FarmWife's bedroom window at various levels of zoom: Your friend, Fenway

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BRAYS OF OUR LIVES

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