Got out of bed, opened my window blinds and noticed Cort laying in the yard, staring up a tree. As soon as he spies me, he jumps to his feet and starts leaping and twisting and spinning in the air, all while loudly vocalizing an alert to a trespassing varmint.
Looking pleased with himself, but always goofy with one ear up-one ear down.
He doesn't howl, he doesn't bay, he has an annoying high pitched yip, yip, yip, that gets our attention.
She's b a c k...... every few months she wanders over, gets treed, then high-tails it out of here when we distract Cort and no one is looking.
She's large, she's cute, but we don't want her nesting here and raising a family again. Can't blame her for trying though, this is a nice place to live.
As veterinarian and horsewoman, I enjoy life in the Foothills of Northern California. I 'owned' my first horse at the tender age of eight and have had assorted horses since. Currently, I share my space with four horses and two mules, ranging in age from two years to twenty-plus.
I partner with my husband Jerry, an accomplished horseman and mule packer.