Guess who’s broody?

For a week now, Izzy has been sitting on a beautiful nest. With the exception of a few minutes each day when she gets up to take care of things, she refuses to budge.

She has plenty to say when we enter her stall to remove her daily egg:

We’re not ready for ducklings yet, so we’re letting her sit, but not letting her keep her eggs:

She does, however, have a fake wooden egg that she’s taking very good care of:

broody

1510s, “apt to breed,” from brood (q.v.). Figuratively, of persons, from 1851. Also, in modern use, sometimes “full of maternal yearning.”
 
Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas Harper

Every now and then, I look out the front door to see something like this:

Oliver loves to nuzzle his bill into the crook of Izzy’s neck:

Beautiful Izzy still looks like she’s always smiling:

They make a very cute couple:

They’re our Morning Bray Farm lovebirds:

Love, love, love.

♥ ♥ ♥

We celebrated Enzi’s 11th birthday on Monday.

She had a can of tuna fish with her dinner:

We took her on her very own, very long walk:

She played with her sisters and brother:

I baked Enzi’s favorite peanut butter delight cake:

We sang Happy Birthday to Enzi:

And everyone had cake and ice cream. The birthday girl or boy always gets the first bite of cake:

Before she went to bed, her daddy played Hubba with her:

The Diva had a very good day. ♥ ♥ ♥

On Sunday morning we backed the trailer into the corral and said, “All aboard to anyone who wants to go to a party!” I’m sure no one will be surprised to hear that Bernard was the first to climb aboard, completely unaided.

Bernard was followed by Patrick, then Ellsworth.

We did our best to convince Buck of the great time that was in store for him, but in the end he decided to stay with Nigel and Gracie at Morning Bray Farm. Maybe next time.

It was a beautiful day and our drive was uneventful:

The 7MSN herd was waiting to greet us when we arrived:

Bernard, Ellsworth and Patrick were so happy to be back, they didn’t waste any time getting the party started:

Patrick got us into a festive mood by modeling the latest in Cinco de Mayo fashion, along with George, Hank, Lucy and Don:

When Carson brought out the first round of her Thirsty Rancher-Woman Margaritas, we were all excited – people and equines alike. Carson makes a really good margarita:

We went out and did some game donkey driving in the Ranger, with the hope of spotting the rare and elusive feral donkeys of Morning Bray Farm. (The last couple of times we’ve visited 7MSN, the Boyz turn into the Wild Boyz and want nothing to do with us while they’re exploring.)

Alan came over to see if he could talk Danni into giving him a taste of her margarita:

Ah, yet another perfect donkey (and people) play date day with our truly awesome friends.

Loved it. ♥

The state of Virginia was named for the “virgin queen” of England, Queen Elizabeth I. 

Virginia’s nickname, The Old Dominion, originated in Colonial days. (Dominion refers to complete ownership of a particular piece of land or territory.) Because he considered the Virginians “the best of his distant children,” sometime around 1663, King Charles II of England elevated Virginia to the position of dominion along with England, Scotland, Ireland, and France. The citizens of Virginia were pleased with this elevated status because they considered themselves the most faithful of the King’s settlements in America. Since their settlement was the oldest of King Charles’ settlements in America, they adopted the name “The Old Dominion.”

I visited my dad in the Old Dominion last weekend. It’s a beautiful state with abundant history.

In Lexington, Virginia, the echoes of the past still ring loud and clear. We visited the Stonewall Jackson House, the only house that Thomas J. “Stonewall” Jackson ever owned. He and his wife lived in the house while he taught at the Virginia Military Institute prior to the American Civil War.

It was then on to Stonewall Jackson Memorial Cemetery, where Stonewall Jackson, 144 Confederate veterans, two Virginia Governors and Margaret Junkin Preston are buried.

I still have a fascination with historic cemeteries.

We did a fair amount of hiking while I was there too. Here we are at Abbott Lake on the Blue Ridge Parkway:

We ventured into West Virginia for a spell, where we stopped to see the Locust Creek Covered Bridge near Hillsboro. The bridge was originally built in 1888 for US$1,250 and is now for pedestrian traffic only.

Back in Virginia, we visited the historic Homestead Resort. While we sat and enjoyed a drink on the front porch, we imagined back to the days when Thomas Jefferson, the author of our Declaration of Independence, and James Madison, the father of the Constitution visited The Homestead.

More hiking. Here at Sherando Lake:

And here at Humpback Rocks in George Washington National Forest:

The mile up to the Rocks was tough, gaining about 800′. The views from the Rocks are great looking west onto the Shenandoah Valley and north to Shenandoah National Park.

From netstate.com:

Virginia is a state steeped in history. Before the arrival of the Europeans, Chief Powhatan ruled over the untamed land. Chief Powhatan fathered one of Virginia’s more famous historical figures, Pocahontas. The first permanent English settlement in America, at Jamestown in 1607, set the stage for the taming of the wilderness.

Virginia played a central role during the American Revolution, from Patrick Henry’s fiery oration “Give me liberty or give me death”, to the eventual surrender of Lord Cornwallis to Washington at Yorktown. And during the Civil War, Virginia saw more battles fought on her soil than any other state. Many of these battlegrounds are now national historic sites, and are visited by thousands of tourists annually.

Virginia also holds the distinction of being the birthplace of eight U.S. presidents. No wonder they say that Virginia’s history is America’s history!

Year after year, we wage battle with the weeds that grow along our driveway. No more.

Over the weekend, we fertilized and irrigated our pasture. To the displeasure of the Boyz and Gracie Belle, this means the pasture is off-limits for the next several weeks to give the grass an opportunity to grow.

Cutting off pasture access is a serious offense in these parts. With the inmates running the asylum on only day two of the pasture ban, Don and I realized we needed to do something.

We can say weed control and fun in the same sentence now.

Look at Patrick bolting with happiness up the driveway:

It was obvious they all felt like they were getting away with something, which definitely made it fun.

Patrick: Mama, we’ll take care of the weeds from now on, okay? Whenever you need help, you just let us know.

This is the best weed control.

Ever.

We had a surprise snow goose visitor here a couple of days ago. She was palling around with a pair of Canada geese:

According to whatbird.com, a group of geese has many collective nouns, including a “blizzard”, “chevron”, “knot”, “plump”, and “string” of geese. We often see large blizzards of snow geese here over the winter, but they’ve been gone for several weeks now.

It was when I saw the two together that I realized the significant size difference between the species:

Wherever the pair of Canada geese would go, the little snow goose would follow:

Snow geese migrate north for the summer and breed in the Arctic regions of North America and eastern Siberia. I can’t help but wonder how our little surprise visitor was left behind.

No matter now. I’m sure her friendly Canadian cousins will take care of her until she’s reunited with her snow goose family.

3/1/13 update: Our surprise visitor wasn’t a snow goose, but rather a Ross’s Goose. http://identify.whatbird.com/obj/293/_/Rosss_Goose.aspx. Thank you, Patrick C!

It was a grey and cold day when our good friends Cindy and Stanley visited us a couple of weekends ago.  Cindy’s parents were in town for a visit and came along (there were two new donkey converts in the world before they left). As always, Bernard and Ellsworth were excellent donkey ambassadors:

Cindy and Stanley were eager to meet Patrick, Gracie and Buck for the first time:

And Don and I were eager to meet Cindy and Stanley’s new baby, Tristan:

Good friends are such a blessing, aren’t they? As always, they left us with beautiful images of the critters that we love:

Thank you, Cindy and Stanley. ♥ ♥ ♥