There is a new cow at Bear River Horse Farm! She doesn't have a name yet, but she just arrived today. She's a Highlander and is she ever cute. She's just so tiny and her nose is all pink, and her horns are little tiny stubs. One word: adorable.
Rudy the resident alpaca was doing everything he could to get a better look at the bovine beebee. You can't really tell from this photo but his neck can get very snaky when he wants it to. Here he is trying to peek under the stall door. I've never seen anything like Rudy. Rudy's eyes are like big brown flying saucers. He may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he's another irresistible creature. After the excitement of the cow's arrival, Lilly and I went for a ride.
I thought maybe Christine would show up, but when she didn't, Lilly and I headed down the road alone. She walked her slow snail's walk again and we had a wonderful time. It reminded me of last summer when we did several trail rides by ourselves. Here she is checking in on one of her pastures. Looks pretty good out there. She still wears her Cavallo boots on the road and they serve her very well--even when she slipped into some deep mud while drinking on the side of the road, they stayed on her feet just fine. I thought maybe little pebbles would get stuck in them and hurt her feet but none did. Speaking of little pebbles, I've never met a horse so insistent on sniffing every stone or strand of hemlock on the road. Our stroll took us so long that Bill drove out to make sure we were OK. When he found us he said "Glad to see you're upright," which was very funny.
There is a new cow at Bear River Horse Farm! She doesn't have a name yet, but she just arrived today. She's a Highlander and is she ever cute. She's just so tiny and her nose is all pink, and her horns are little tiny stubs. One word: adorable.
Rudy the resident alpaca was doing everything he could to get a better look at the bovine beebee. You can't really tell from this photo but his neck can get very snaky when he wants it to. Here he is trying to peek under the stall door. I've never seen anything like Rudy. Rudy's eyes are like big brown flying saucers. He may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he's another irresistible creature. After the excitement of the cow's arrival, Lilly and I went for a ride.
I thought maybe Christine would show up, but when she didn't, Lilly and I headed down the road alone. She walked her slow snail's walk again and we had a wonderful time. It reminded me of last summer when we did several trail rides by ourselves. Here she is checking in on one of her pastures. Looks pretty good out there. She still wears her Cavallo boots on the road and they serve her very well--even when she slipped into some deep mud while drinking on the side of the road, they stayed on her feet just fine. I thought maybe little pebbles would get stuck in them and hurt her feet but none did. Speaking of little pebbles, I've never met a horse so insistent on sniffing every stone or strand of hemlock on the road. Our stroll took us so long that Bill drove out to make sure we were OK. When he found us he said "Glad to see you're upright," which was very funny.
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