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

Don was home waiting for the fence guys yesterday afternoon when it started raining.

This little bird; a purple finch, didn’t seem very happy with the rain. Don saw him through the window, went outside and got a picture.

Then the boys started a ruckus. I’d say Don did a darn good job of capturing the moment.

We’re celebrating our 50th post today – whoo-hoo! –  and would love for you to join us. To commemorate our milestone, we thought we’d have a contest. 

One lucky, randomly chosen winner will receive a Morning Bray Farm travel mug. To enter the contest, leave a comment on this post providing a caption for the above photo. The contest will close Wednesday at 7 p.m. (Mountain time) and we’ll announce the winner on Thursday.

By the way, we’re really having fun with this blog thing. Thanks to each and every one of you for visiting, making us feel welcome and of course, for all of your comments.

Last week, Farmgirl asked about Bernard’s size. While we think that he probably won’t grow but another inch or two taller at the very most, he definitely has filled out over the last six months.        

This is the very first picture we took of Bernard last August when he was a year old.         

        

And here is our Goober today. We can’t imagine life without him. (Thank you to Aunt Linda who took all of Bernard’s “today” pictures last month.)        

Bernard with Dad (Don)

 

        

        

        

Are you smiling?

This is Dad’s tractor. It’s a 1948 Ferguson TE20 (that stands for Tractor England, 20 horsepower).

They were manufactured in Covington, England from 1946 to 1956. Dad’s tractor is one of 15,000 shipped to the US and Canada at the beginning of 1948.  The first US made TO20s (Tractor Overseas) rolled off the assembly line later that year.
 

 

He’s really excited about restoring it this summer. They’re known in England as the Little Grey Fergie. When Dad’s done, it will look like this:

Bernard is often called a goober. It’s obvious why.

Bernard, please give your father his gloves back.

Here, try on Dad’s hat.

Dang, I look downright cute, don’t I?

Alright boys.

 

Mom loves cooking with crushed red pepper these days. The more the better. Since she’s been going through those dinky McCormick jars like nobody’s business, Dad brought her a surprise.

Behold three and three-quarters pounds of red pepper. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?