May 24, 2011
Watching Bernard, Ellsworth and George exhausted Lucy and Alan.
Those crazy boys never stopped moving.
Alan thought George had lost his marbles.
Why was George cavorting with the city boys like that?
Oh, how they played and played and played!
What a posse. Small, medium and large. ♥
March 18, 2011
Don made green beer and we toasted to Patrick.
Patrick became a member of the Save the Drama for Your Mamma Club.
We rejoiced at our first spring flowers.
And the boyz played and played and played. ♥
March 6, 2011
December 15, 2010
October 26, 2010
After the football game on Sunday afternoon, Don and I parked our camp chairs out in the pasture so we could spend time with the boys.
While Fergus and Nigel were right there with us, their preference is still not to get too close when we’re sitting in chairs.
However, because it was Don’s birthday, Bernard and Ellsworth were in a celebratory mood.
There were lots of hugs…
…high fives…
…cheers…
…and the customary shenanigans.
All in all, it was a beautiful afternoon…
…with beautiful boys…
…Fergus and Nigel included. ♥
October 7, 2010
When you last saw Bernard, he was mulling things over.
Because he was in a playful mood, he was contemplating what to do next. The sure sign that Bernard is in a playful mood is ears pinned back.
Another sure sign is donkey stink eye.
If he makes his ears disappear completely, you can be really sure he’s in a playful mood.
Stirring up the dirt is fun.
Look at how cute his nose is… covered with dirt.
Aggravating his brothers is great fun.
Even Fergus isn’t immune to Bernard’s antics.
Neither am I.
So much fun makes a donkey boy tired. Drop and roll is an excellent relaxation technique.
So is showing the world how incredibly cute and adorable he is.
Still LOVE the curled feet.
His ten-second power nap allowed me to take an aww photo. I’m not kidding about the ten seconds.
Like any two-year old, Bernard loves to draw. I’m not kidding about this either. He loves to pick up sticks and drag them around the corral. I think this is more to hear the sound of the stick dragging on the ground… same principle as the poop rake dragging the ground.
Right about now is when Bernard paused to mull things over yesterday. After contemplating for at least 30 seconds, he turned to me to ask, “Mamma, am I cute?”
Me: Of course you are, Bernard. Everyone knows you’re the cutest ass in the universe. ♥
Morning Bray Farm 
