Je ne suis pas une cat blogger!
In this crappy iPhone foto of yesterday’s duskular arboreal cat fight, Smudge, the black cat, stalks Roger (in the highlighted circle). A pity I couldn’t capture the immediately subsequent sworling...
View ArticleCrone sits in ugly tack, remains in denial about horse’s fatness
It was windy the day the butt-fugly treeless endurance saddle arrived. This meant that test-riding it on Pearl (see Figure 1), my recently recommissioned Arabian endurance prospect, would be out of the...
View ArticleHorrible! I would totally wear these to a barn dance
Taxidermy shoes by Iris Schieferstein give new meaning to the phrase “hoof boots.” Via Buzzfeed
View ArticleDeath of a cistern
Like all recent mornings, there is, as I write this, a gigantic jackhammer jackhammering right outside my window. The jackhammer is destroying a 50,000 gallon underground concrete cistern. This...
View ArticleCrone totally loses it
If there were some kind of contest for lack of rural aptitude, I would definitely own that thing. Guess what stupid thing I’ve done now. Did you guess “put in a vineyard in the Back Forty”? You’re...
View ArticleDeath in springtime
Many dreadful contingencies have obtained as a result of my having built a tall-ass horse barn, not the least of which is the decimation of the black-chinned hummingbirds. I don’t know if you know...
View ArticleThe crone and the post-hole sirens
Well, the horses got out. First, though: you know how horses are in the wind? Let me refresh your memory. There’s something about an ordinary, garden-variety tornadic gale that sends a horse plummeting...
View ArticlePus-colored entities
Well, it’s finally happened. And why wouldn’t it? Why wouldn’t my desk become infested with tiny pus-colored, speck-like entities that look like they’d be right at home inside a moth-eaten...
View ArticleInfestation du jour
As I mentioned the other day, my life is a constant battle against assorted life forms united by the common goal of taking over my bunkhouse by any means necessary. Thus, for the second morning in a...
View ArticleCattle bum me out
Yesterday Stingray and a couple of her friends drove out from Austin to help plant the monastrell vines. Happy day in the vineyard! La di da. The vines got planted, the friends got their picturesque...
View ArticleLady of leisure
It’s 7 AM. You know what I’m not doing right now? That’s right. I’m not feeding any horses. Not even one. That’s because at long last I’ve hired a farm hand. My 7-year search for a person who can tell...
View ArticleRetirement, Day 4: Crone visits hay barn with camera
Yep-o, I’m back. It’s good to see you guys. Meanwhile, a thorough appreciation of the Slug Life still eludes me. As I mentioned last time, ever since Mickey, the new farm hand, took over the farm...
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