Posts Tagged ‘Story’
October Auroras
A hazy green fogged the Big Dipper at the twilight of a crisp fall night. Streaks of Red darted upward just on the edge of eyesight.
The word spread ’round the barnyard; from the ducks to the horse to the cat. The goats were too busy stuffing hay into their mouths to notice; adding to bellies already quite fat.
The Almost Kestrel Rescue
We have a family of kestrels that have inhabited the trees and rooftops at our farm…and occasionally the barn rafters. Every Spring the hatchlings go on their first flights and then eventually make their first hunting trip with mama, usually, over to the main farm and Grandma’s house. Sometimes, though, something goes wrong on that first hunt; whether it’s a strong current, a protective Robin, or pestering Starlings or Blackbirds the fledgling crash-lands.
The Neighborly Foal…
The Lastest tale from Down on the Farm
Features a cute little bundle of mischief…
Born just in time for Spring…
the Neighborly Foal.
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Just a Colt at Heart
My horse is a philosopher of sorts.
He thinks the best way to never grow old is to be Just a Colt at Heart…
and act like one at times.
Read all about it in the new story over at Horse Family Magazine.
Who’s Protecting Who?
Some people just never outgrow some aspects of being a baby.
There was once this little guy named Hornpipes, who I am sure you have heard of. He was once so cute and little, and now he’s a BIG weirdo, kinda cute but more of “what in the World is that?” He used to be practically pocket-sized and now pockets aren’t practical for him: if he had any pockets he would not be able to fill them for all the odd belly bulge he has. However he is still just a big baby.
Mister Festus, the Rooster, is really pushing his luck. I was crouched down filling water cans; with the little hose through the small door, coming from the water pump. I turned and leaned out the doorway more and hooked the hose to fill the heifers’ water tub. When I turned I heard that nasty Rooster start his commotion and squawking, heard crashing, and just as I came back in the doorway I got stampeded by a big, fat, four-year-old Pygmy Goat Kid….Hornpipes. YIKES…Click here to find out what happened…
Critter Sense of Humor
Feature by Lis, over at Horse Family Magazine
A tale of two of the brattiest boys in the Barnyard, Mister Cecil, a Quarter Horse, and Mister Hornpipes, a Pygmy Goat and the pranks they play on this poor farmer one sunny winter day.
Read more at http://horsefamilymagazine.com/critter-sense-of-humor
A “Tail” of Two Goaties
Have you read the Epic A “Tail” of Two Goaties?
Here are the Blogs in Order:
Thistle and Nettle
Bagpipes Adopts a Kid
Bagpipes and Hornpipes
Dainty Miss Mussette
When we last left our Goatie Epic, Mister Hornpipes was adopted by that handsome, caring Sheltie Collie, Mister Bagpipes, and terrorizing, I mean living in the house.
Meanwhile out in the barnyard, on another very cold below zero night, Cecil the Quarter Horse as the barnyard announcer ran ‘round announcing the birth of a new goatie kid, Mussette.
