In horse lingo, the term babysitter refers to a good-natured horse. A horse specializing in being kind and protective of an inexperienced rider. The term bomb-proof is sometimes used interchangeably with babysitter.

Babysitter describes my ‘best old-lady horse in the world’, Rodney.

rod The wonderful time spent on his back, I count among some of my most contented hours. He kept me safe on many occasions in the show pen when lesser horses were losing their minds.

rod1He’s shed his winter coat and the new summer hair is absolutely brilliant and shiny. I love this gelding.

He hasn’t been babysitting me lately. Seems he has a new batch of children.

The ceiling in Rodney’s stall.

These babies are only about 18 inches above his head when he’s in his stall. Like a good babysitter, he takes their hungry chirping in stride.

This nest is one of three nests near his stall. The other two are directly outside his stall door up in the eaves of his metal barn.

I hear quite a symphony of bird sounds at feeding time. These little birds have lifted my spirits. Something to keep me from being morbidly obsessed with this dreary drought. The birds have a steady source of water when they are near the horses.

Last evening was terribly hot and windy at the barn, but I had fun looking at the babies.

Seems a certain sidekick found an activity to keep her mind off the drought.

**singing** kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit, kill the WAB-BIT!

Ahhhh, the sights and smells of a freshly-dug rabbit hole.

roxy1Bingo. Dachshund nirvana.

Hope your week is shaping up to be a great one.

Me? Choose either one of the following faces.

birdfacesThat’s me..until it rains.

Led-by-the-still-waters love to all.


short and simple Monday

The start of another week smack in the heart, the core, the essence of summer.  Beer, mosquitoes, fresh tomatoes, potato salad, the flag, fishing, blueberries, hand cranked ice cream, cherry cobbler and reggae on my mind.
Some things tickling my fancy.

Dove babies in my front yard.
There is a ‘water’ photo contest going on at Pioneer Woman. I don’t have the skillz to really enter…..but should that stop me from trying? No, I say!

I won’t lie…I love this photo. The colors, the whimsy, the fun. Looks like a print ad. Only thing is….what am I advertising? You be the judge.

Thanks to the Sprouts and the In-Laws for letting us come to the lake yesterday. Good times. Too many skiing, tubing, wipe out photos to bore you.
Promised the Sprout NO bikini photos on the blog. Hope she can swallow this one.  Struck me as a great metaphor for living life this week.  Thumbs up, square on, safety goggles (just in case!), and armed with a big smile.
Thumbs up love to all this week.

2 reasons to love country living

My backyard this Friday morning

Snapped the feathered activity out my back window.  This roadrunner is very curious, but does he look like a criminal to you?  He (or one of his kind!) boldly broke into our doggie door while we were on vacation recently.  The brave daughter had to find a way to get him out.  Can you believe he has the nerve to show his face?  This shot will make a good WANTED poster. Yessir…..I’m keepin’ my eye on you. 

Question:  Do you feed the birds at your house?