It started with me jumping out of the truck and onto the hay wagon. Not that I mind I like baling and having never used baling wire, hay hooks and baling on and over terraces (did I mention how flat it is at home?) it was a bit interesting. We had to do straw though and it was a lot hotter than it's been.
I spent some time with this little fellow who has stolen my heart with his big ears, little muzzle and liesurely way of getting someplace in a "hurry", AKA- I'm going to bray at the top of my lungs the whole way wile walking to you.
This one too. Same thing as above minus the fur and big ears. Though he does bray at the top of his lungs if you eat the top and cherries off his pie, the last piece of cherry pie he made a special trip back to the table for. Then leave him the crust and some filling goo for him to discover. He gets all kinds of excited about it. True story.
Vacation involved other things than sabotaging Maverick's desert.
Chickens who lay green eggs and ham and are named Lucky. So I was told by a little blonde girl.
Cats. How they always find me I will never know. I must have sucker for scritches written all over me.
Peculiar looking moths.
Maverick in boots.
Maverick on tractors.
Sitting by farm ponds at sunset.
And putting hand prints all over dirty trucks just because.
mmmmhm, good times. Summertime.