"Feral ~ from feminine of ferus wild: having escaped from domestication and become wild"...




Monday

my barn is too quiet tonight.

I sit in the office over the garage tonight, window slid open wide, listening to the crickets sing their song in unison.  Then I hear a soft snort ~ the snort baby breathes out when hes found a leftover piece of hay in the paddock dirt, his midnight snack.



Though that snort is in my head, because he isnt here.  Neither is Sally, the pony.  Today I took them over to Patti's place, for Baby to have some training, and Sally, well, Sally to just exist.  Isnt that the way of ponies.

Oh, this is all good news.  It means we are one step closer to putting the WI house up for sale, and one step closer to Montana.

But its way too quiet here.

3 comments:

  1. But what a silence it is...

    Pearl

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  2. Welcome to the wild west. If there's anything I can do to help or question you have, I know a little that might help. Thanks for stopping by.

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  3. One step at a time to get to where you want to be...it really works!

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I am feral, so although I dont respond at all like most domesticated bloggers, I will try my best - Thank you for even wanting to leave a comment, as it may draw me out from the woods from whence I came!

Or under a rock, it depends most days...