Coming around the bend this morning, on my way to Tucker farm for a date with a handsome three year old named Dart, I ran into a roadblock. Well not exactly. I rather thought the roadblock might run into me.
I slammed on my brakes and jumped out of my car with my camera in hand….shaking my head…muttering, “Oh Brother.” (love to mutter)
I recognized these roadblocks. In fact a few years ago I corralled these very roadblocks. They live on the other side of a ridge, in the next valley over from the funny farm. Twice that day, the owners, including four kids of varying sizes, had to come get their roadblocks and lead them home.
They sure were beautiful this morning. I had to have some fun shooting these guys before I found someone to call the owners.
For Photos of the Day…sometimes they run right in front of me!!!
Here is what I drove up on. This is when I said, “Oh Brother….I know these roadblocks.”
Are the roadblocks headed my way? I know they are friendly…
Wait a minute…they are not roadblocks….they are rush hour traffic…in a mighty big rush!!!
I had a strong urge to get out there and run with them…
Well maybe I did…
I could hear them…WE ARE FREE!!!!
CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!!
WHAT A SHOW IT WAS!Ashe County roadblocks and rush hour..now that’s country living!
…on my way home, it was good to see the roadblocks were safely back in their pasture… behind a mangled gate.
I’m sure she would agree with me when I say Pockets had a most interesting afternoon. That girl loves to expand her fonkey-ponkey mind.
For starters…Recluse Man had to make some final measurements before he gets supplies for some barn improvements. We’re extending the roof, adding some doors on the stalls and changing some gates. Apparently this is of great interest to the gang..and most especially Pockets.
For Photos of the Day…check out Pockets the Pupil…
When he realized no treats were being passed out, Grayson quickly lost interest. But Pockets? Why she had her nose in the book…
On behalf of her babies no doubt, Gypsy studied the new stall plans…
…while Pockets made it clear she needed to see at her own eye level…
“Hey Wecluse Man…I waahna dwaah,” said Pockets
“Dwaah your nose in here,” said Recluse Man…
After much scrutiny, Pockets finally agreed to the plan…Then on to the round pen to wait her turn…
“Sheesh…this could take forever….GIT ON WIF IT GWAYSON!!!”
“I WAAH MY TURN!”You gotta love a ponkey who loves to learn.
Here’s to Pockets the Pupil!
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’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!!!!
Boy oh boy…have I got a great photo of the day story for you.
But…too bad…not today.
See I met these cool red beetles this afternoon and wanted to share them with you. But by the time I finished editing the photos and started learning about their fascinating and lustful behavior, it was getting late. Yet I couldn’t stop reading. I was hooked on bug porn.
Then YIKES! It’s nearly 8:30. Thursday Night Football is coming up. And not just any TNF..but the Saints playing the Falcons!!! In New Orleans!!
Tomorrow will be a beetle day.
For today…let me share a photo from a very fine day exactly seven years ago…I am without a doubt a lucky girl. I made this photograph the first fall I lived on the farm, while I was riding with some new girlfriends.
I remember having to pinch myself to make sure it was real.
Every time I reach this spot on the trail I am just as bowled over by the beauty, as I was then.
OK…now on to some FOOTBALL!!!
Photo of the day comes straight from the horse’s mouth…
(paleeze don’t ask me to translate)
So I met up with some new girlfriends today…some Paso Fino chicks.
Bad girls…they are!!!
Mares gone wild on the farm…woo hoo…love that wild-eyed crazy-look!
For Photo of the Day…from Janet & Anthony’s Paso Fino farm…
Photo of the Day I own in every respect.
I left the gate unlatched to their stall and the Pips went AWOL.
Dang. How many times have I done that? Forgit it. I don’t have enough fingers.
Sometimes a little magic happens during the most routine of break-outs. I never know. And..umm… I’ve had lots of experience.
If it doesn’t look like total chaos, most often I’ve got my Nikon in hand before I’m out the door. Forget the lead ropes and halters. Let me do a little spying and sneaking around before the round-up begins.
From yesterday’s spying-before-the-round-up-efforts, may I present Photo of the Day…I think I’ll call this…
Absent With Our Leaves
Aren’t they just so innocent? Like they belong right there?
Gotta admit..it’s starting to look spectacular around here.
All the ‘finger-leaves’ painting on shades of fall.
Pips were hip to it.
Even if they were facing the wrong way…
Wait-a-minute…that’s exactly the right way!
Now git along lil ponkey!
Photo of the Day comes with a little conversation I overheard….Grayson (natural brown pony on right)…”What has happened to my honkey ponkey?…my lil sugar-booger?..my dream cream bean? You look like a two-tone low rider! I must search now to nibble the honkey in the ponkey!”
Pockets (dirty white ponkey on the left)…”Don’t call me your HONKEY PONKEY!!! Ima WONKEY…and Ima FONKEY..but I ain’t yer HONKEY PONKEY!”
That was all I heard.
Personally, I think they break-up just so they can make-up.