Morning Bray Farm

Spring flowers from Morning Bray Farm.

Ellsworth is a yawner. When he wakes from a nap, he tends to go through a routine of yawning several times.  And he does it with much gusto.  

Yawn number one: 

 Yawn number two: 

Yawn number three: 

I just yawned. Look at that adorable post-yawn face and how scrunched his nose is.   

And at the very end of each yawn, the cute upper lip.  Have you yawned yet? 

And then – and no, I’m not pulling your leg here – he has the nerve to go back to sleep.  

And do cute things even in his sleep. Every time he exhaled, he blew a dust cloud with his nose.  

Cross my heart these pictures are in chronological order. This is the first thing he did when he woke back up.  

Did you yawn?

The boys have been so relaxed lately, it seems they’re horizontal half the time. They were really sacked out on Saturday afternoon and didn’t pay me a bit of notice when I went out to visit. 

Sweet dreams for Ellsworth.

Sweet dreams for Bernard.

I often wonder what they dream about. I have no doubt that they do.

Rest assured that eventually Bernard was up looking at me and wondering why in the world I was laying on the ground in the pasture.

And, after completing a quick sentinel check, Ellsworth asked everyone to pipe down so he could return to his peaceful slumber.

The Professional Bull Riders, Inc. (PBR) is in town this weekend for the Ty Murray Invitational.  

Can you believe the average PBR bucking bull weighs in at 1,700 to 1,800 pounds? PBR bucking bulls very rarely weigh less than 1,200 pounds, but at the high-end can weigh from 2,000 to 2,200 pounds. Very impressive, those bulls.

They say in New Mexico you can tell spring has arrived when the winds start.

Poor Don. Yesterday’s winds ripped down his handmade Morning Bray Farm sign.

Boys, please don’t blow away, okay?

Bernard’s official mantra: 

Life is too short to take seriously. Really.

Most evenings as we’re doing chores, donkey boy has other things in mind. Case in point, here are three minutes in a typical Bernard evening:

Chase Mom or Dad as they’re scooping poop…

 …stop to annoy Ellsworth…

…then stop to say hello to Dad to have a cute photo taken. You can never have too many cute photos.

Finish it all off by paying a surprise visit to Mom and knock her over as she’s kneeling on the ground to take a picture of Ellsworth.

Everyone thought that was funny. I thought so too because Bernard is right, life is too short to take seriously. Really.

How does a donkey get a grass stain on the bridge of his nose? It was the first thing Don and I both noticed when we got home yesterday.

Sometimes you just gotta wonder what happens when you’re not around. In this case with the grass stain, it’s obvious who the responsible party is. Inquiring minds want to know how.

Don’t be alarmed. This is just a game. It’s called frozen in the snow, and Enzi loves to play it.

Don makes a monster hand, and Enzi makes a face in return.

Enzi maintains that face until Don moves his hand again, hence, she’s frozen in the snow.

There’s also an audio component to this game. It’s called hubba. You’ll have to wait for an upcoming Sunday Cinema for that.

I’m letting you in on a secret. Don’s nickname for Bernard is Barnyard.