When Pockets the Ponkey finally met The Great Ponkin…how shall I say…it got a lil wonkey at the honkey-tonk.
For Photo of the Day … Pockets wanted one for her album….
The full story tomorrow.
Have a ghoulish night.
Mama E and I thought we would make a few Halloween portraits of the Pips before the big day. We planned to decorate the hay bales..try on some hats….get a few snaps.
May I present some Photos of the Day.
We could tell Pockets was excited. Anytime there’s dress-up and make-believe, that ponkey makes herself readily available…
But this time was different. Halloween is coming right up and Pockets had an agenda.
We soon learned she was in search of the Great Ponkin.
“WAAAAA,” she said. “I wanna meet the GREAT PONKIN!! Where-oh-where is the GREAT PONKIN? I WAAAANA MEET THE GREAT PONKIN!”
We thought if Pockets wore the great pumpkin hat, it would calm her down. She would be a happy ponkey once again…
We explained The Great Ponkin can only be seen on Halloween.
We tried our best to get her to smile…
“I WAAAANA MEET THE GREAT PONKIN!”
And with that she knocked that dumb pumpkin hat off…and Mama E too!
Poor Pockets. We were not taking her seriously…
…and neither was Grayson…
STAY TUNED FOR HALLOWEEN ON THE FUNNY FARM!
It’s tough enough when you are tiny.
It’s even tougher when your sidekick calls you a mini-mule…and your mama wonders why you are still a midget.
For Photo of the Day…see Pockets holding her own.
Paleeze…don’t ever say…she’s all bark and no bite!!!
…not that fonkey-wonkey-ponkey…oh no-no-no!!!
For Photo of the Day…I am loving this new lipstick…
…but it makes me wonder…
…why is it Recluse Man wants to spend the night at the haunted house you have to pay for?
I missed yesterday’s POTD deadline. There was rain and wind and loss of internet and grumbles. Lots of grumbles.
I grumble a lot over rain blowing sideways and things going airborne off the deck.
I have horrible thoughts of the ponkey blowing to Kansas….along with her sidekick… and a barking dog or two.
Not so much D.O.G. His low center of gravity would never get his chops to Kansas. Not even to Mountain City, Tennessee. Good thang, since there’s a world famous BBQ joint there.
I had a very dramatic photo picked out yesterday, but then I wrote horrible things. Maybe not horrible, but the text was full of dark and sinister remarks and I started to see vampires in the photo.
I wrote it and felt like I had made a witches brew. I told Recluse Man I needed a nap and to wake me so I could read the post with a fresh outlook.
He did. I read it alright. And headed straight to the Talenti ice cream. And that was all she wrote.
That was yesterday. Today I looked back at that photo…and saw the drama, and fear of wind and rain, and vampires.
But then, as I was reading the text, the sun popped. I jumped out of my chair and chased the Pips around the pasture….with Gypsy in the lead. We hooped and hollered and got mud-splattered.
The gloomy feelings went away and I looked again at the photo from yesterday.
What’s the big spooky deal????…
For Photo of the Day I’d like to share one of the prettiest horse portraits I’ve ever made.
Meet ‘C-4’…a twelve year old Paso Fino…
As her owner says…She is feisty, opinionated, stubborn, loving and sweet. My kind of girl!
It’s not often Pockets meets someone her size. She’s so little.
In fact…she’s so little she can walk under Gypsy’s belly.
She’s so little when she jumps on Grayson’s butt, she’s only three feet tall.
She’s so little she would not be allowed on a carousel.
She’s so little, she would be a carry-on with the Mule Train…(‘scuse me…the Ponkey Train)
OK. You get the point.
So it’s an extra special thing when Pockets gets to hang with a little person…they are far and few between around this farm.
For Photos of the Day (because I cannot choose a favorite)…see how happy Pockets is with Miss Kessler…her new found little person friend…
I kinda melt looking at these photos..
…and then I wonder…that Pockets sure has a BIG head…
…that’s full of wonkey-ponkey-luv….
Total sweetness. Go Little Peeps.
And now …GO PANTHERS!!! It’s SUNDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL!!!!
Photo of the Day…from Allie’s sheep farm three days ago…
EWES TALKIN’ TO ME???
Baaaah Haaaa Baaaah!!!
Pardon me…but I grew up in upstate NY, where ‘ewes’ sorta sounded the same as ‘youse’ and sorta meant the same… (ie…plural of you).
That is…until the ‘youse’ and the ‘ewes’ got tangled up in bad farm jokes.
Those old jokes…they were a fleecing!
Baaah-thetic!
Collectively the ‘ewes’ and ‘youse’ decided they needed a little more self-respect …no more bleating around the bush!
I am who I ram!
I totally respect the sheep outta that.
Here’s to… Ewes…and Youse …and Ewes.
It was another glorious day on the funny farm.
Recluse Man and I got half our winter hay put up.
I am pooped.
And I still have hay in me pants.
And seeing as it’s Friday night and the hot tub is calling my name…I’m pulling one from the archives.
For Photo of the Day…here is a favorite panorama I made of Peak Mountain several years ago.
This is the mountain I wake up to every morning and worship every day…
…until tomorrow
I broke open the first bale of hay from the second cutting we got out of the field yesterday, and I’m happy to say…it met with great approval. That’s always such a relief!
For Photo of the Day…Pockets the Ponkey says…
“Oh My Gwad…dis hay is wemaahkable.”
What a Drama Queen!