Living in the country isn't all fun and games. Sometimes there's hard work involved. Ask the Artist. Seriously, around here we have to work so hard that we need to make our own excitement. I'm pretty busy during the week so I wait until Friday night and, you know, go hog wild. I leave the office at the end of the day, yelping out a big yee haw as I turn over my horse (powered car). I stop every few minutes to take a photograph or two. I usually get home sometime Saturday afternoon. There are times, along my route, that I have to take a little detour to get myself turned around and get a better angle for what I hope will be a decent photo. One such detour led me to these guys.
They were busy holding their own Friday night celebration. They lowered their heads to eat without taking their eyes off me for more than a few seconds.
Isn't he cute? I really wanted to walk over and give him a big noogie on his forehead and wrap my arms around his neck and call him George. I would have too, except for this guy.
Who? That guy, on the left, he was staring me down. He wouldn't take his eyes of me for an instant. He even stopped eating. That told me only one thing.
He meant business. I just wanted a picture. I told him, 'Don't have a cow, man'. He failed to find the humour in that statement. Geesh.
Did I mention it was warm outside? I had the window down to get a better view. Can you imagine what this smells like?
All I will say is that it was strong and I loved it. It was the perfect cure for barnheart. At least, it should have been but it just made my case that much worse I'm afraid.
Be well friends and I hope you don't have to work as hard for your Friday night excitement.
PS. Don't forget about the giveaway posted yesterday.
9 comments:
You must be a kindred spirit, or I must be afflicted with BarnHeart because to me that is fresh air. Our oldest son won't wash his favourite 'barn hat' when he comes back from chores (4H dairy and 4H beef) because he likes to be reminded of his favourite activity.
I love your statement where you leave work on Friday and get home sometime Saturday! Very cute post, too. Have a great weekend.
Honey, (that's what they say in the south), Barnhart is a gene that is somewhere in your DNA. You're never gonna escape it. It just IS. People like us were just born this way and the only cure is to live in the country. Even if it's just on the weekends.
My husband laughs (although secretly, he has barnhart, too), because I never want pearls, or diamonds, or fancy things. No, I only ask for chicken coops, composters, and goats. Things like that. (I hope no psychologists are reading this! )Enjoy your time on the farm!
I have always been afflicted with barnheart. Ah, country air! :) Since you just got home this afternoon, I hope you are enjoying the rest of your weekend on the ole homestead.
I love it, I agree, I love the "fresh air"!!
Beautiful photos too!
Love the fresh country air...thanks for the trip away from the city.
Me too!! I love the smell of a barn with animals in it. My kids think I'm nutz, but now I know I'm just afflicted.
George was a sweetheart! Big fuzzy guy. Loved this post--you're funny!
Those guys sure look like they know how to party. It's almost manure spreading season around here. My favorite time of year.
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