An idyllic scene comprised of a doe deer, a fawn, a cotton tail rabbit and a goose living in harmony as they tend to the business of getting breakfast. Too bad I didn’t have video capability, as shortly after this photo, the goose stretched to flap his wings, the fawn jumped into the air, scaring the rabbit, who ran between the legs of the doe and startled her into a leap and hasty retreat. Tranquility wrecked by a goose stretch! Lonesome George skirts the area, always keeping his distance from the house and outbuildings. He looks a little rough from battling the elements and competing with other buck antelope for feminine favors. Looks like the morning is off to a good start!
Rocky is grateful for the bat house installed on a telephone pole where he is seated above. It gives him a ledge to rest upon and think about his bad decision to venture into a “people place” with a dog. This young one probably has a mother and siblings in the area, but it seems he is on a lone journey into the unknown. First the dog started barking, and then the kittens showed interest and gathered beneath the pole, peering up intently at this unfortunate little bundle.
What they don’t realize is just how tough this quivering, frightened little creature can be if called upon to defend himself. He lowered himself a couple of times, trying to build up the courage to make a run for it but, much to my relief, thought better of it and scooted back up the pole to his perch. I could imagine the vet bills if Rosie, Oscar and TuTu descended upon the little varmint enmasse. With that thought in mind, I took off for the barn to feed Tilly, knowing the dog and kittens would follow me. I had to call them a couple times as they were reluctant to leave this curiosity behind, but they finally joined me, leaving Rocky to climb down and make his getaway (I hoped).
When we returned, Rocky was gone. Rosie followed the scent a short distance and gave up the pursuit. Now let’s hope I didn’t save little Rocky only to find him making a raid in my chicken house!
I just got a birthday present, I’m not all crazy about.
It seems that of all of the choices, this was one I could do without.
I was working with my young filly, trying to earn a little respect,
When my plans and hers for the round pen, simply failed to connect.
She took off for the barn in a hurry, leaving me at a loss for a plan.
And before I could get her attention, the long lead was sizzling through my hand.
You can argue that we are the bosses, and the horse just has to comply.
But a 1000-pound critter with an attitude, will soon convince you that’s a lie!
Now the interesting part is arriving, and as I look back on the scene,
I guess I was just in a hurry, and didn’t notice the knot in my lead.
It seemed as big as a boulder, as it rode on the rope through my hand.
And when it met up with my finger, well I guess you can sure understand.
That the pain was an intense sensation, put stars in my eyes I will swear!
When I finally let go of that lead rope, I struggled to hold back a tear.
I stole a glance down at my fingers, to see if I had any there.
Sure enough I had all my digits, but one looked in need of repair.
Third finger, right hand met disaster, that knot went by with such force,
As it followed the speed of my filly, that damnable spirited horse!
I suppose you’re thinking I quit then, to tend to my wounds right away.
But now I was mad as all thunder, at this pitiful equestrienne display.
to see if the contest was over. But I knew that I had to stay.
I followed the end of my lead rope, and gathered it up from the dust.
I studied that knot for a moment, no wonder my finger was bust!
I pulled up some slack and untied it, trying hard not to wince from the pain.
I pulled on the lead and the horse at the end to to start all over again.