This Is What I Used To Do....A Long Time Ago....

With all of the talk recently about HH's Alma-Mater, it made me realize that I haven't traveled back to my college roots in awhile. This past weekend, it just so happened that a fiery, red headed college buddy of mine came into town to visit. So we only thought it appropriate that we check out our old stomping grounds. As we creeped into the Official College Rodeo Facilities, we could hear Brittany Spears, "Circus" echoing off the never ending line of trailers. We knew that some type of practice was occurring. Yet low and behold, there happened to be something ten times better, it was "College Rodeo Jackpot" taking place. Oh the memories, it seems like just yesterday we were loading up the horses and heading out at mid-night, off to represent MVC at one of the numerous southern locations 500 miles away. Roger was my main man back in those days, what a stud he was (not literally)! Those feisty Barrel Horse's were the first to take center stage. There was a strong sense of team spirit that was presented throughout the crowd. Valley will Roll, Baby! Lets get down to the Nitty-Gritty with some roping action, shall we? Pardon me, I am getting ahead of myself, we must warm our horses up first! Round up the calves Cowboys! Then you sit on our horse and attempt to look pretty, while occasionally twrilling our ropes, making sure that there are no kinks in your lasso (or maybe that was just my ritual?). Try to keep everyone awake and alert at all times. But what ever you do, don't forget to tie the end of your rope on the saddle horn. It is Breakaway Roping after all. Double check that your roping chute is working properly. Once you have all of your ducks in a row. Its game time.


Sincerely,
Farming Fabulously

Program Note: FF apologizes for not featuring any of the male events. Calf Roping was taking place at straight up noon, and that is what time our baby (or mama) gets really hungry. So we had to skip watching the manly timed events. My apologizes again.

Mischievous Critters

It was a beautiful summer afternoon; the sun was shining, the fish were frolicking in the pond the tractors were roaring and I was trying to take some snap shots of the boys working at the bins. Then it happened.......Ty and Sassy spotted me...If you look closely, you can see Ty's tail in the picture. She blotted in front of the camera as fast as HH can eat inhale some sweet corn. There was nothing I could do to stop her, she wanted her adorable little picture taken. So I captured a picture of these two mischievous little critters. They love being in the lime light, they are some naughty girls.


Sincerely,
Farming Fabulously

Booty Call

Whew, if these boys only knew I was going to put their booty's on-line for everyone and their brother to look at. Whew, they would be furious with me. But for as old as they are, they still got it. I mean, they don't get worked half as hard as they used to and they still have some definition on their booty. It's probably the many years of chasing calves and running around barrels.

Say Hello To My Little Friend

Ok, so Copper is not that little. But he is kinda of petite for a male horse. Copper is a licker. Let me explain, he absolutely loves his mineral block and his salt block. If he could, he would just stay by them and lick on them all day. Unless he decides to find the nearest wooden post and let out all of his stress, by cribbing on it. Have you ever heard of cribbing before? Well it's a bad habit (everyone has a least one bad habit, Coppers happens to be cribbing.) which, happens to be alittle destructive at times.
Oh well, we still love him...You crib and lick all you want Copper, these are your retirement years. You just enjoy them dang it..

Rodeo Time

Yep, it rodeo time again. Pictured above is Shelby (no not the red headed, curly, haired girl; I am talking about the horse.), she is a roping goddess. Shelby can bolt out of the roping box at .374 seconds flat, not even braking the barrier...Now that's pretty gosh darn speedy if I do say so myself. And after her rider ropes the calf, she gets down on her back end and comes to that impressive sliding stop..Whew, the rope pops off the saddle horn so hard that it goes soring into the air like a chicken hawk after a rabbit. It's always exciting to watch her work. Go Shelby,
Go Shelby..

Have a Great Day,
Farming Fabulously

Toying with Ty

Here is my precious Ty..Doesnt she look sweet and innocent? Ty has been in the family for 8 years and durning those 8 wonderful years I have concluded the following:
Ty enjoys sunbathing, playing fetch, taking walks, "helping" (this consists of everytime Ty leaves the area of the front door, when she returns she will 99.9% of the time brings back either a rock or a piece of trash that she found in the ditch and proceeds to ever so graciously drop the rock either on my foot or in the front yard, where normally I will eventually hit with the lawn mower. oh well, everyone has there corks, right?), and chasing/playing not so nicely with any animal that is smaller then she is.
Oh and look at those eyes, it has always been so hard to punish Ty when she will give you those puppy dog eyes...I wonder what she is pondering about today?

Does she need something? Maybe she's hungry, maybe she wants to go inside, maybe she wants to go for a walk,,,if only she could speak to me and tell, this would make life so much easier.