The sun finally made an appearance today. It popped from behind a big, puffy, white cloud and was so brilliant I had to look away. That’s when I noticed this Koi swimming through the  same cloud.

I gotta tell ya…I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now and I’ve seen fish swimming in them and these cloud illusions sure beat the hell outta rain.

For Photo of the Day…may I present our Koi named ‘School Bus’…swimming through cloud illusions on the pond…



I feel like a kid who wants to go out and play despite how rainy and wet it is and has been for days and nobody knows where the sun is or when it will ever come back so I might as well go out and stomp in some big mud puddles and maybe shout at the top of my lungs COME BACK SUNSHINE!!!!

Maybe I will look like my Photo of the Day. Meet Zoom. In a sense, he rained on me….POTD_9_29_15_1In reality, Zoom was homeless when I took him in as a kitten. And crawling with fleas. This was his very first bath. I think it was also his last.

He turned out to be beautiful!POTD_9_29_15_Zoom-cat


Our local weatherman said he’s never known it to rain here for 80 hours straight. That was a few days ago. I wouldn’t say it’s been raining ‘cats and dogs’ …more like … ‘salamanders and minnows.’

Maybe I won’t go outside to stomp in puddles and shout at the invisible sun. Maybe I’ll just stay inside and take a hot bubble bath and eat cookies and watch a scary movie with my pig.




PHOTO OF THE DAY – PIG PRIORITIES – September 28, 2015



For Photo of the Day, I have chosen a sweet portrait I made yesterday of D.O.G. the pig. Look at him…isn’t he the cutest?


Did you notice how he is foaming at the mouth? Do you know why? Well, lemme tell ya…

What is really going on here is a one-girl-pig-roundup of sorts. After missing the pigster through all the early football analysis and nearly up to the start of the Panthers game, I knew I had to find Deoji. He is after all, a big Cam Newton fan.

Or is that Fig Newton?

I discovered he was off in the meadow, under a laden apple tree…PIGGING OUT! There were so many apples, why they were bonking him in the head!

He was in HOG HEAVEN! That PORKER!!POTD_9_28_15_2…having a HOG WILD time of it!!!…POTD_9_28_15_3It took love poems…POTD_9_28_15_5and flowers to draw him away…

…finally back home…while Cam Newton was scoring one touchdown after another…Deoji exhausted himself trying to score just one Fig Newton…POTD_9_28_15_7Oh MY D.O.G.!! Another chomp attack on your sack??

Maybe I should not have invited you back?

…and for curious minds (see yesterday’s post)…Recluse Man won the bet!




And for Photo of the Day…may I present the results of last week’s bet with Recluse Man….POTD_9_27_15_1The bet was simple. Whoever won would choose…either have fun painting the opponent’s toenails…or have fun getting your own done…winner chooses the color(s)

Now who do you think won???

The answer tomorrow.



For PHOTO OF THE DAY, I have chosen an image I made back in May at Landmark Farm Alpacas, in Grassy Creek, NC.

You are now face to face with an alpaca telling you it is National Alpaca Farm Days…dummy! Today and tomorrow. Go hug an alpaca!!! No wait…better not…don’t want to get spit on.

What a hoot…those alpacas. They’re terribly curious, yet shy at the same time. What I found most entertaining about alpacas is how they eat. They are ruminants, like sheep and cows, who chew their cud.

An alpaca will chew roughage with its jaws swinging left-right, left-right, in a figure eight motion. Just like you did as a kid before your mama scolded you. When I was at the farm in May, the alpacas had just been shaved. Their necks looked so long and skinny, I could clearly see them swallow.

It went something like this…chew, chew, chew your cud…you little spud. Then swallow…and whoa..looks like a projectile elevator going straight down that long neck to the stomach chambers. Ahhh. But then wait a sec…here comes the projectile elevator zipping right back up to unload in the mouth. More figure eights…chew, chew, chew…down the gullet express…pause…regurgitate and back up we go…repeat as often as needed. I was laughing my ass off watching this. Farm chick humor!! But that’s a ruminant for ya. They are highly efficient eaters. Two to three bales a month per alpaca is all  it takes. Not to be french kissed.

And forget about petting an alpaca. That is so not their thing. Paleeze!

They are best for observing and they don’t seem to mind a bit if you watch them eat.

It’s National Alpaca Farm Days! Landmark Farm Alpacas, here in the northwestern corner of NC, is open to visitors all weekend, as are many alpaca farms across the country.

So watcha’ think? Alpaca ya off to the farm????






I made so many photos yesterday, I have barely looked through them all. The morning started off early with the vet coming over to do Grayson’s gelding.

It’s funny. When I called the Social Security office to reschedule an appointment I had made ages ago for yesterday morning, the woman wanted to know my reason for not coming. I told her my pony was scheduled for gelding and his other mom was in New Orleans with her father who is dying. Silence. She asked me a few more things, then asked again, why did I have to reschedule? This time I told her my pony was being CASTRATED. No more repeat questions.

So if you didn’t catch that….yesterday was Grayson’s Castration. And Elizabeth was in New Orleans with her father as he passed peacefully last night.

I am so glad she was there for him, as he was for her.

Several hours after Grayson’s Castration, when I figured he wouldn’t swell up like a basketball, I went to Grayson Highlands State Park to photograph all 18 of the ponies up for auction. I made soooo many photos. There are a lot of pinto ponies with brilliant markings so I tried to get both sides. Some are just pipsqueaks! I knew Elizabeth would want to see the final round-up. She knows many of the grown ponies personally. Tomorrow at 2 pm…that’s their big day…when I hope each and everyone of them finds a good home.

But let’s get on with Photo of the Day, I thought I’d keep it simple.

(So I’m cluttering this up with words instead of photos you ask? Oh Hush!)

While my friend Janice held Grayson’s head during surgery, I was free to shoot. I have a lot of graphic photos that are definitely not appropriate to share. Especially with men. I barely started to describe the procedure when Recluse Man hugged his balls and walked off. What a sight…Mr Macho lover-boy doing the totem-scrotum-shuffle.

Forgive me if you think the same of the following…but the three of us farm chicks in the stall with Grayson, found it hilarious. After the vet clipped the testicles, she tossed them aside. And who was there for a snack??? … my lil Linguini! …

LINGUINI & MEATBALLS!POTD_9_25_15_1GLUMPP…Farm Fresh!!!POTD_9_25_15_2…like mini-mountain oysters

(btw…Elizabeth came up with ‘Linguini & Meatballs’ in a text this morning….good to know her humor is intact even though she is so sad about her dad….come home soon Mama E!)

PHOTO OF THE DAY – IT’S WHAT’S FOR LUNCH! – September 24, 2015

Obviously, I did not make this Photo of the Day. No No No. Recluse Man did.

This should have been Recluse Man in the photo. Yes Yes Yes.

I reckoned there was a slight chance of sweet-talking RM into the pond to disperse of the overabundance of watercress … but as soon as I discovered a soggy mouse nest the size of a fishbowl in one foot of the waders, the man ran for dear life.

So it was left to me to harvest our lunch…here is Photo of the Day…POTD_9_23_15

Oops…there I go getting sucked in…POTD_9_24_15_6

What happened to the blond in the pond??…POTD_9_24_15_7

Boy am I hungry…POTD_9_24_15_5I’m submitting this to Survivor…POTD_9_24_15_4Lunch…at last!!!POTD_9_24_15

And another bad poem just for you…

Over watercress I obsess…

in our pond there’s such excess…

so I wiggle into my armored battle dress…

and with great finesse I coalesce…

ripping out those suckers who I then possess…

no need for GPS…

they are everywhere to my distress.

To the watercress I address…

This Pond I Will Repossess!!

Salad for all…such success!

Now let me undress…

from these freekin’ waders as I confess…

I look like Bouncing Bess…

in need of her Pony Express.

PHOTO OF THE DAY – A WALK IN THE ‘HOOD – September 23, 2015

Photo of the Day was made yesterday when Elizabeth stopped by. We both agree, one of our very favorite things to do is a walk to the New River with Gyps and the Pips. Gypsy and Pockets love to get in the river…Grayson…not so much. That patootie-face.

We mosey…we play…we look for clouds on the mountain…and the best patches of grass…and we always walk slower heading home…FG_34_POTD_9_23_15

Like fall freckles, Peak Mountain is showing tiny specks of red. In the spring, I love watching this mountain turn green from the bottom up. This time of year the colors shimmy down and around in a brilliant undressing. In a month the mountain will be bare and we’ll be lighting fires and bundling up for our walks.

They say it will be a spectacular year for fall color. Who are ‘they?’ I hope THEY are right…but not about the predictions of a bitter winter ahead. Got that…THEY?

Clearly, there are no wonders at all why I hate to leave this farm.

PHOTO OF THE DAY – PISTOL PETE – September 22, 2015


PHOTO OF THE DAY … ‘PISTOL PETE ‘ …MARILYN’S FOAL…FG_111_POTD6…created July 9, 2015 at Grayson Highlands State Park, Virginia

Yesterday, the Pips’ Mama Elizabeth tromped off the balds of Grayson Highlands State Park in Virginia after three nights of camping, jumped in her Subaru, and headed almost straight for my shower.

I say almost, because I had to feed the girl first…she was nearly see-through…then sit her butt down for a report on the round-up going on at the park.

This Saturday, (September 26 at 2pm), the Wilburn Ridge Pony Association will hold its annual auction of the wild ponies, a tradition that dates back to the 1970’s. The auction is part of the Grayson Highlands Fall Festival, celebrating southwestern Virginia’s mountain heritage.

Right now there are sixteen ponies in the corral. A bait pen is used for catching and holding the ponies before it is decided who will be corralled for the auction and who will be returned to the wild. The idea is to cull the bands by auctioning the young ones, some born only a few months ago, others already yearlings or two year olds. Sometimes the mares will be auctioned with their very young foals, other times they are separated forever, either at the holding pen or in the auction ring.

I was anxious to know whether Marilyn and her foal had been corralled. The first time I met Marilyn, she was packing a big Pistol in her belly. Yet she was as gorgeous and flashy as her namesake. And so photogenic…I couldn’t stop shooting…just like she couldn’t stop posing. There we were… together in this Vanity Fair Mare cover shoot…click-pose-click-pose…Demi Mare naked and pregnant for the cover.

Next visit to the park, I was tickled silly to meet her lil dude. Marilyn the mama…so proud and watchful of her son…yet she seemed to encourage his new celebrity status. She had me pegged as pony paparazzi and Pistol Pete, her starlet.

POTD_9_22_15_2A little Pistol… only days after he first felt the warmth of our sun…POTD_9_22_15_3Such a lil guy in July…saying hello to Elizabeth…POTD_9_22_15_4What a pisser that P.P. is…w_POTD_9_22_15

Elizabeth filled me in then headed back to the park. I tease her about being the Jane Goodall of wild ponies. I know she would correct me by saying…”they are feral ponies.” I think she’s a little feral too. Is it rubbing off? Honestly, I’d rather be called a ‘wild thing’ than a ‘feral thing.’ Stay-tuned for more on the auction and the tale of Pistol Pete.

PHOTO OF THE DAY – THE ALARM COCK – September 21, 2015


Photo of the Day … I shot yesterday…on someone else’s farm…rooster3If I had an alarm cock…

I would send it to the chopping block…

no more gawk and squawk…

no more doodle doo double talk…

we’ll put the cock in the crock…

with some chicken stock…

turn up some old rock…

do the moon walk…

make some sweet talk…