They look as if they were dyed with food coloring for Easter.
They are not.
So engrossed, they don’t notice
old Grandma and her camera.
(Posted with permission from my DIL Erika.)
We were at the neighbors’ farm in Hardy, VA this past weekend. They graciously allowed the grandchildren to pet the baby pig and the baby turkeys.
Anna asked what the pig’s name was- ”Doesn’t have one.”
The baby mini-mules and their miniature horses don’t have to worry but then again, they have NAMES!
Bob the Mule. Heart the Horse.
The egg-layers are spared.
Oh yes, they have a couple of ducks. And their names? Christmas and New Years.
The second image? Those are a couple of (seven pounds apiece) pork butts that Pap smoked for the Paleo crowd. The veg branch of the family didn’t come this past weekend. I don’t think the meat had names.
It’s a weekend of family and Friday we drove down(van and a car) the Blue Ridge Parkway to Peaks of Otter. Avoided ALL stores. When we got back and the sun was starting to drop, Erika dressed the kids in their red outfits and we thought we might get a photo for their family Christmas card. The sitting around, getting four grandchildren to look into the camera lens wasn’t going too well….so started the action shots by yelling ready, set. go and the fun began. Murphy barked at Bob the donkey and Heart the big horse. Froo Froo Marlene got out a huge bag of carrots. Forget the Christmas card- roll around in the leaves, feed the animals carrots,run and whoop and laugh. The grass began to get damp with evening dew and it was time to go in for our supper. I couldn’t believe the Weekly Photo Challenge email said FAMILY. Perfect timing! (And to check out other bloggers interpretations of Family click here )
You are the guest blogger today, Erika! Surprise. I received your photo(s) of the horse while I was at dinner with Laura and James (who are in town for a wedding this weekend) and we all agreed it was really good picture of the horse. I said it looks like Mr. Ed’s cousin, a talking horse. Laura said it might be, Ted. So I texted to ask his name and you said Windsor. Once a race horse, now a rescue horse. The grandchildren fed him apples and carrots. He’s happy in his new home and well cared for and well fed now. He and Murphy seem to be communicating in the third photo. Thanks for sending the pic updates of vacation. Looks like a great time and I miss being there as I start the new school year.
At night I waited for the moonrise and the cloud cover was thick and the air cold. During the day we attempted the 4 kids-simultaneous-smiles for the Christmas card. There were the miniature horses in the field next door, sunlight streaming through their visible breath and the late afternoon light on the stunning flowering pears holding onto their golden and scarlet leaves, then releasing them when the wind blew. But I went out in my robe and clogs in the mid-thirties to catch the flock of Turkey Vultures (I had been calling them buzzards until I looked them up) as they circled and waited in the trees. Fascinating- a bit repugnant at the same time.