On occasion, I hear the question,
"Don't you ever sit down?"
Not often, and this is most likely why...
Actually, once the evening tuck-in chores are complete, my behind is comfortable tucked
either into a couch, or on top of our bed.
Here, I spend the rest of the evening stitching (or knitting) away...
catching up on favorite shows or movies.
I had a lovely day on Saturday at our local coffee/breakfast/lunch café.
I had a chance to connect with familiar faces, meet new people, and catch up with old friends.
And as if that weren't enough, I did happen to sell quite a lot of my
This is the only one of the new wool bags that remains.
Looks like it's time to get back to work!
(But not this week... as I have to prepare for our Black Friday Family Thanksgiving.
The rest of the weekend was quiet.
Everyone behaved themselves.
It was a bit drizzly Saturday night and Sunday morning,
so by Sunday afternoon, when the equines were all dry,
I set about getting the mud out of their coats.
It's especially important at this time of year to brush all of the mud out of their coats.
Mud does not allow for the hair to have loft...
that airspace around the hair that helps to trap in their body heat.
A fuzzy pony is a warm pony!!
We've had a little mystery of late.
I have noticed that in this grassy area,
where Moonie crosses to get back to the barn...
that there have been daily deposits of some sort of scat.
I was almost entirely sure that it was not from our dogs, as they
are pretty particular and usually only do their business in, or at the edge of the woods.
(What good dogs!)
In order to solve this nighttime mystery, we placed a game camera by the big arena
and had it facing out into the yard.
A lot of traffic passed by the camera.
Most, I would have expected.
Some, I did not expect...
Yes, there he is... Ollie on the loose!
Note Ollie's punk rocker hairdo!
And finally, the mystery is solved.
(Apparently, Munch the Pooper!)
He is a dog from a neighboring farm.
Munch learned this summer not to come visiting when our dogs are out...
as they promptly ran him off the property.
(Munch looks fierce, but he is a sweetheart!)
So, instead, he makes his nightly rounds here on the farm way after the dogs
are back in the house... and leaves his calling cards behind!