My friend Bif found the end of the internet, and it is even more amazing than you might think!
What I want to know is this: can I have a lion like that? Please? http://www.iamboyfriend.com/2012/02/end-of-internet.html
The cruel impartiality of Father Time
Father Time waits for no mule.
I told the guy, "cut me some slack. I've got this hay to eat, these goats to mind, this grass to trim, this cool refreshing water to drink . . . and, Father, I've got a blog to attend. I can'…
Broken person
I have a broken person here at Bent Barrow Farm. I've only caught glimpses of her—first, being carried from the truck to the house after an emergency call from her elementary school—then, a bit later, being carried from the house to th…
One hoof, two hoof, red hoof, blue hoof
The little humans have developed a fondness for fashion, and I have my suspicions that they will soon eye me with more than just a curry comb in hand.
D: "Can we put purple hair dye on Harriet?"
FW: "No. She might lick it o…
Begin at the beginning. Go on until you reach the end. Stop.
I decided to write a book last month, which sounded like an easy enough thing to do: I love writing, after all, and I love talking and telling stories about me, about my animals, about my people and my home. Think James Herriot/John Katz/…
Picnic report
One thing you can count on—I never lose my head during a picnic. There is just too much at stake! Only an impeccably mannered mule will be allowed an ample portion of the basket's contents, you see. I'm not picky—today, FarmWife r…
Five perpetrators of unbraining
There are three magical and powerful creatures in Wickersham who have the power to instantaneously unbrain a mule—to abscond with his thinking organ—to turn him into a mindless atomoton, capable only of heedless flight. They are, in no pa…
A gentle guiding hand . . . er, mouth
I have a goat infestation, if you will recall, but they generally mind their manners when it comes to staying out of my hay flake, yielding the road, etcetera. Not yesterday, when B.G. had her smelly hard head right in my very own dinner p…
Iota McHippus
I've had a tremendous suggestion from my diminuative peer Iota McHippus —a karaoke duet! I have hardly ever heard a more compelling idea. The accompanying sketch cinched the deal—we MUST sing together. I shall bray, Iota shall neigh, an…
My barn
Disclaimer: safety is relative. These cattle panels would not make suitable interior dividers for a flighty horse, as they could present a leg-ensnarement threat. Since I, Fenway Bartholomule, have never so much as gesticulated with a hind…
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