I love this horse!

Desperado!! My sweet horse buddy who doesn't belong to me, but lives in Aristoitle's pasture. Desperado has been featured in past blog posts here, and here, as well as a cameo appearance here.

He comes over and tries to see if he can move me around. When this fails and I gently porcupine him away he tries to initiate grooming and play by rubbing his muzzle on my hair or my shoulders, or by trying to mouth my savvy string if he sees it sticking out of my pocket. He is always in my space which I correct, but today since I was sitting on the tree stump I let him come closer. When he stands this close to me I can feel his warmth radiating from him... tonight that was a nice thing since it got cool after sunset.

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Photos from Sunday

squirrel water bomb

A squirrel and two ring neck doves were monopolizing the bird feeder this morning. When I went to shoo them off they all sat there staring at me with unblinking eyes, like ... what? who me? Basically giving me the finger. The doves throw the seed off the feeder and the squirrel sits on the ground vacuuming everything up. They have a nice relationship.

When the squirrel wouldn't budge in spite of my noise I came up with an attack plan. The very low tech, but effective squirrel water bomb is made of an empty, plastic bottle filled 1/2 way with water. The lid is left off so that there is a nice stream of water flying out when you launch it at your target from off the deck. Everyone scattered in 3 different directions when I threw my first bomb. Success!

Lucky for us we don't recycle regularly, so there is a large supply of ammo in the kitchen. One has to remember to go out and pick up used water bombs so that the yard doesn't end up looking like Billy Jo-Bob's landfill.