Another cold and windy day here on Sunday, filled with a cold Ethel, a sleepy Smooch,
a jealous (stalking) horse, a dusty Alan, a hidden pig, and one shared feed bin.
Apparently living in Cleveland does not make Ethel any more resistant to the cold...
she must have 5 layers on.
Smooch just loves when I don't make the bed.
Lucy: Come on, Hank, just let us near her.
Hank: I. Don't. Think. So.
I decided to go to the fence to see what George and Alan were up to.
I swear I felt someone watching me.
Cue music: "Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break,
every step you take, I'll be watching you."
And now I know why I sneeze when they come back to the barn.
Oh no...still being watched.
Lucy: Please let me through, Hank.
Hank: Not in your dreams. I'll just shove my nose against the barn
and there is no way you are getting through.
We ventured out during lunch and collected all their toys.
We have their attention...
...and Alan could not resist coming to check out the cone tower Jay built and knock it over,
kick up his heels, and head back to lunch.
I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your Princess Palace down.
This is the first I have seen Hank allow them to share a feed bin. He must feel guilty.
Have a safe flight and we will see you soon!!
P.S. there are beers and margaritas waiting for you (well I think Ethel and Ethelette #2 left a few)
Ethel and the Ethelettes
The Florida report:
As you're reading this, I am making my way back to New Mexico. It's been a short trip but one filled with lots of precious moments spent with my family. And food. Lots of food. I have not worried about the ranch for one second thanks to my stellar team of ranchsitters, who are caring for my animals just as I would, and taking pictures and writing stories about it to boot! I will forever be in their debt and cannot possibly thank them enough.