Do not disturb

Apparently it was nap time....

Contented, Cute, and a Mabel in the box

Today was chilly, but quite lovely otherwise. After lots of errands, I collected T at work and we headed for the farm so he could get a new bale moved in. Afternoons are naptime in the farmyard, so everything was pretty quiet. The horses were contentedly munching away, post-bale moving...and small heaps of sun-tired lambs were collapsed in their tracks in random locations elsewhere.

Everything's better with a daily dose of cute :-)

This one was obviously a supplemented-by-bottle lamb, because it kept attaching itself to T's pant leg.

Kitty cat was NOT thrilled
about sharing his new-found person.

And if that isn't enough cute for you, guess who decided that empty laundry hampers are perfect hiding spots.

Mabel

Like an ostrich with its head in the sand, she seems to think we can't see her when she's in one, and will spend inordinate amounts of time lying in wait for poor Snowball - who knows perfectly well where she is, and avoids passing directly past her. Silly cats!

(No, we don't ordinarily keep laundry hampers - even empty ones - in the living room, but in this case, it's just plain entertaining! LOL!)

Meet the crew

Didn't get much - well, any - riding in this week, but for a happy reason. T's (now mine, too!) kids, Hope and Marcus arrived on Saturday for the summer. In preparation we spent evenings after work getting rooms ready, cleaning out the garage, organizing tools, etc. They're settling in, and will be (hopefully) more excited about the horses as they were last year, but if not that's okay, too.

I'd anticipated spending Sunday afternoon riding, but ended up chatting with the BO for longer than I'd planned, so just did some brushing and hanging out. It was nap time, as you can see!

Sunny and Thunder

A sea of ears and mane

The crew...(QT video)

After documenting the napfest, I headed home for supper (garlic lime shrimp on the grill, yummy!) and then we took the kids fishing. H reeled in fish after fish, leaving the boys in the weeds. She even managed a small Northern Pike, which she stated, "Just looks weird!"

Fish Removal Service

The Pike

Not having renewed my fishing license yet this year, I was happy enough to camp out on the bank with my book, serving as the designated bug spray wielder when necessary. The mosquitoes were out in full force, but protected by copious amounts of Off! and with the fish biting, no one seemed to mind too much.