
Me, Vanna and David prepping for the Bethany Memorial Day Parade. I used to be able to actually ride a horse in it, but one year I walked Vanna, and she ran up and down the route, shaking hands and dancing for candy, and now I have no choice but to accompany the little diva on the route. Yes, I could ask someone else to walk her, but she would most likely stomp them into the ground . . .

Colby on Falstaff, our "solid as a rock" horse. Handsome, sensible, sense of humor - the perfect man?
And YES! Flossie, the wild mallard who was raised by our goose Percival, along with her brother Freddie, in our yard four years ago, has hatched out 11 babies on the pond. When they are big enough, she will bring them on walks through the horse paddocks to visit with their Grandma Percival, who will snuggle them and tell them stories for hours on end. It’s amazing, really. You can read about it in Freddie and Flossie at Locket’s Meadow (Amazon.com has it) which has lovely illustrations by Barbara Borck-Hart.

