We celebrated Nigel’s birthday on Tuesday afternoon. It was a madhouse.



A fun one, but a madhouse nonetheless. You see, compared to everyone else, Nigel is incredibly shy.

Look at Ellsworth, for example. He has no shame:



Neither does Patrick:



You probably know by now that the birthday boy or girl here always gets the first bite of cake.


In the midst of the mayhem, sweet Nigel was ever the timid one:


Don finally managed to serve Nigel his first bite:


Nigel thoroughly enjoyed his cake:


And so did everyone else. Here are the lovebirds; Mr. and Mrs. Worthington J. Worth:


Ellsworth most definitely has no shame:



Neither does Harriet, really:



And Patrick licked the spoon. Madhouse. The end.


♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


We’re so proud of you, Nigel!

Nigel wore a fly mask for the first time (ever) on Tuesday evening and took it all in stride. He must have felt instantly better with the flies away from his eyes, and it was funny seeing him act like a goofball:

On Wednesday, Don went out and bought Nigel his very own blue fly mask. (Blue is Nigel’s color; he inherited it from Fergus.) 

Nigel wore his new fly mask for the first time yesterday morning:

He was so unaffected by it, he couldn’t be bothered to pose for pictures during breakfast.

We are so proud of you, Nigel! You’re moving forward by leaps and bounds now, sweet boy! ♥ ♥ ♥

This is definitely a monumental moment. It was 1 year, 6 months, 27 days in the making*.

Nigel wore a halter for the first time yesterday.

There was a lot of Happy Dancing going on here; Nigel included:

As most of you know, Nigel was quite wild and completely untouchable when he came to us in April 2010, and it took almost five months for us to touch him. He’s always had a “thing” about ropes; the mere sight of a rope has always sent him into a bit of a panic.

We knew we had to let Nigel do things on his own terms in his own time. When I finally got the halter on him yesterday morning, he was completely calm. I was so happy.

Once Nigel discovered the halter wasn’t going to prevent him from eating, he was a seriously happy camper.

*In case you’re wondering, I didn’t count out the days and months. Of course, there’s a website that calculates the time between dates:

From and including: Friday, April 16, 2010

To, but not including : Saturday, November 12, 2011

It is 575 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date

Or 1 year, 6 months, 27 days excluding the end date

Alternative time units

575 days can be converted to one of these units:

  • 49,680,000 seconds
  • 828,000 minutes
  • 13,800 hours
  • 82 weeks (rounded down)

I love you, Nigel.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Looks like Gracie Belle’s no wallflower.

If yesterday was any indication, she might be a pocket burro before we can say blueberry pie.

Each time we’ve brought someone new into the herd, it happens. It happened with Fergus and Nigel, with Patrick, and now with Gracie Belle. The Boyz shun the newcomer away from the feed tub, and sometimes, they can be downright mean about it.

I worry and fret, and Don reminds me they just need time to figure things out.

Gracie came to us on Thursday afternoon. She didn’t have the slightest interest in food on Friday. On Saturday, she finally started eating, and I was so relieved.

Last night, things were different. Instead of being relegated to the feed tub set out separately for her, Gracie managed to turn the tables on the Boyz and had four big, strong manly men eating out of a teensy, weensy tub.

Look who’s large and in charge now, Boyz.

Little Miss Gracie Belle. Yee-haw.

I’m sure you’re not surprised.

Little Miss Gracie is already the apple of our eye.

Just as she was the matriarch to her BLM herd…

… she’s already becoming the matriarch to her Morning Bray Farm herd.

For now, we’re simply giving her time to settle in.

I can’t help but wonder if at the age of 10, all of this change is really hard on her. She must have a lot of family to miss.

Just know that we already love you…

… Little Miss Gracie Belle. ♥

Yesterday was a wonderful day. The Boyz have a new sister. She’s a BLM beauty and we’ve named her Gracie. ♥

Because I’m still weirdly emotional over Fergus’s death and 7MSN’s Carson was there with us, I asked her to tell the story. I hope you don’t mind.