So I haven't had much time to share farm photos so I thought I better get right to it. Let's start from close image to far image here.
That new little fillie needs a name mstanley, you better get your thinking cap on. Ms Lily is waiting. :)
Touch me not is also called jewelweed and is the best damn poison ivy remedy ever. Pull the whole plant up and squeeze the juicy stalk and rub the juice on your poison ivy, it will be dry the next day usually. It is called touch me not because the seed pods explode like a claymore mine and this action spreads the seed all over, that is why it is so prolific around here. There is another species called Pale Jewelweed and it has yellow flowers. I kid you not about its power to heal poison ivy, I learned this many years ago from my Grandfather who learned it from his father and so on.
As you can see the ducks, Fergus Alfred Ferguson and George W. Cat all get along nicely. The yard is free range and peaceful.
Yes, each black dot is exactly what I said it is.
See, I told you. These are right above. They are not monarch caterpillers, I am waiting for them to get larger to identify them.
Big Thunder is doing fine and frolicking with the other colt, Bay's Lyn who is now top foal since we sold Venus and her mother to the family of the 12 year old girl who fell in love with them. Well, four foals and two calves this year was a nice batch. Now if we can sell a few more horses we can save on feed this winter. Hay and grain will be very expensive this winter.
That rock with the chippie on it is behind the old cemetary next to our one field. I looked over and saw the work gloves and then the chippie jumped up as if to say "These are mine" and just stood there, defiant. So I shot him (his photo of course). ehehe They are clearing out the back part of the cemetary that has grown a woodland over the years. it seems their is new interest in being buried there. The oldest headstone I find there that is still readable is 1795. It is reported in local history that this old family plot was built atop a native burial site. The hill we are on is the tallest in the township and you can see the great thunderstorm clouds passing over Lake Erie 18 miles to the north. I think this is why it became a native burial site.
Here is one of my old paintings, I painted this 10 years ago. It is titled 'Family Tree Photo Album'. I though the concept of the piece would go well here in the Newsvine Photographers group.
The days right now are filled with many little and big chores, fix this, go get that to fix that, check on the fences and animals, feed and water all the animals and birds who don't eat grass and drink out of a trough, clean up poop, work in the studio, clean the house, shoot at groundhogs and fox, wash the dishes, cook dinner and oh yeah, play in the vine. The grass is growing so fast it will be time to make hay again soon.
But such is the life, I ain't complain-en'.