Life at the Acerage

She Blowed Up Real Good!
Sweetie and the puppy were away for the weekend and I was by myself for a few days.  Since I am now a 'consultant' working from home, I was diligently working away at my desk when all of a sudden there was loud BOOPH!!!! that shook the trailer!   Yikes!  What the H-E-double hockey sticks was THAT?!  I nearly $%!# my pants!

Turns out the neighbors were taking advantage of the soggy weather to burn a wood/junk pile behind our trailer. A little gasoline and a match ... she blowed up real good!


Our Neighbors the Belgians
The horses next door are a team of Belgian heavy horses whom I have affectionately named "Blondie" and "the Other One" (don't know their real names so I just made that up).  They are nearly identical looking and were standing in a nearly identical pose.

The quality of the picture is poor because I decided to take it through the window.  Why?  Cuz Blondie and Other One are fickle and I knew that once I opened the door and snapped the the camera, they would move and ruin their perfect pose.  And I was right.

Whatchulookin'at???

We're outta here!

When Nature Calls 
So I figgered I got some OK shots of the Belgians (even though they moved) and was about to leave my photographic perch when when I noticed this guy about 50 meters from the trailer ...

I don't think he saw me at first but when he did, he changed course and headed off in the other direction ... but not before taking care of some 'business' first.

(Lucky for him it was me with the camera and not Sweetie with the cross-bow!)


Quiet As A Mouse
Sweetie got up early one morning last week to head to the office.  He was so kind to be very quiet so as not to awake me.  In fact, he was SO quiet that the resident mouse didn't notice him either!  The brave little guy was busy snooping around the kitchen for crumbs and doing whatever else brave little mice do (like poo on the counter).  Sweetie was pretty disgusted by this.  He went into full-blown anti-rodent mode: mouse traps, Irish Spring soap, heavy duty rubber gloves and industrial strength Lysol by the gallon!

Friday evening I was settling in for the night when I heard it: THWAP!!! ... scuffle scuffle scuffle ... silence.  Apparently the lure of peanut butter was too much for the little fella and it proved to be fatal.  As I mentioned, Sweetie was away all weekend so I had to do the dirty deed and dispose of it (I briefly pondered leaving it for Sweetie to do but that would have meant seeing those bulgy eyes and flat head for several more days.  Besides, Sweetie hates rodents of all types so I probably would have had to deal with it anyway).

Sorry, no photos to go along with the 'mouse' story cuz that would just be grim.