Brown Sammie is photogenic.
Of all the dogs we have had, he seems to understand the value of posing for the camera.
And here he is: with his "innocent" look.
Then, a paw comes into the photo,
obviously trying to push Sammie aside.
"My turn!" says Chester.
All three... such loves.
Annie is not much for posing, but since I asked,
she begrudgingly obliged.
(Note lack of smile.)
Finally, late yesterday afternoon, the rain stopped and the sun made a weak attempt at shining,
as it neared the horizon.
I let the horses out in the front pasture for a couple of hours.
As they trotted through the gate,
hooves went slipping and sliding on soggy ground.
What a bedraggled group of equines.
Especially this one:
He truly looks as though no one loves him.
As soon as everyone dries out,
a good grooming is in order.
To attempt it when they look this bad...
would be like putting lipstick on a pig.
You know, come to think of it...
MaryAnn might look quite nice with a little lipstick!
Yesterday morning I noticed this wooly fellow by the front of the barn.
By late afternoon, he had crawled the whole way back the aisle towards the feed room.
According to the Farmer's Almanac, the amount of black on wooly caterpillars
is a sign of how severe the winter weather will be.
Judging from this fellow,
winter might be very long!
In truth, I believe that this all-black caterpillar is just a different breed
from the brown and black ones.
As for the coming winter...
we'll just have to see!
Jack was flying his drone this weekend, and took this photo of the farm
from 1000 feet.