BRAYS OF OUR LIVES

First, let me say that I've heard from New England and other corners of the world that there are fans of the Muleness who worry what will happen to the many animals of Bent Barrow Farm during our transition. Fear not! We are all going to Coupeville together, even if it means we have to caravan. (Human Granny Joan . . . your trailer is being requisitioned. Fair warning.) There has been a transition in our family: Kevin, the darling and adored Chief Cockatiel of Bent Barrow Farm, has moved to Sumas to live with a family where he gets more love, more attention, more time, more energy, and more lovin' (from two cockatiel wives)! He was simply too lonely being here in our home while the humans were away. I am selling all of my things, but it's for a good cause: since I am a Pasture Sound Mule, an esteemed status to be sure, I can do without the accoutrements of a sporting life! The proceeds from the sale of my things will go toward transitional boarding costs, should they ar...

FarmWife tells me we're moving to Coupeville, Washington. It's a big city by my standards. 400 kids in the elementary school! FarmWife and the humans are busy as all get-out getting this beautiful, highly-desirable little farm ready to list. (If ever you wanted a starter farm in the country, by golly, this is your chance!) I've caught the adventuring bug, and have been exploiting FarmWife's distracted condition by leaning on fences, testing boundaries, and overleaping small barriers. She is torn: make expensive improvements to the fencing, when other projects appear to take priority, or lock me in my sacrifice paddock until we sell and go? I feel I walk a dangerous line, but the green grass of spring compels me not to take heed. Until I am barred from it, the sweet grass will be my solace. Yours, FenBar Coupeville, Washington (photographed by FarmWife during her commute)