they wouldn’t let Zach play any of their draft horse games

Posted on by Tim McMurdo

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Zach has always thought he was one of the horses on the farm. He was raised along side them and what they did, he did. If they were gamboling and playing in the pasture behind the barn, then Zach was right there with them. He ate the same hay from the same hay rack as them. He drank from the same water trough.

It is no wonder that Zach was surprised when the horses decided that today, he couldn't play in any of their draft horse games. You would think he was some kind of hog, sheep, or even worse, a goat. Poor Zach. Poor clueless Zach.

 

finned

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Finned

 

That's finned and not fined. There is a big difference. Finned and I got to see some wonderful concept cars at the Indianapolis Museum of Art and have a great meal with my buddy Jim Nash. Fined and I am out of pocket for something I'd rather not spend money on.

 

 

checking in on Belle and baby

Posted on by Tim McMurdo

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This morning, I stopped by the farm to check in on Belle and her baby. The farm is closed to the public today, so it was the perfect time to visit them while enjoying a little peace and quiet.

 

However, the moment I arrived, the weather set in. The blustery wind whipped up that cottonwood fluff and sent it flying. If I didn't know that it was late May, I would have thought it was snowing.

 

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True to form, the rain wasn't far behind. However, the horses didn't seem to mind at all.

 

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With a new baby, Belle has a pasture to herself until the colt gets a little older. I don't think she minds. All of that sweet spring grass is all for her.

Have a great day folks.

 

painting with chickens

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Painting with Chickens

 

No, you don't dip the hens in the paint. What kind of person thinks of something like that?

If you decide you want to paint outdoors at the farm, you had better be prepared for some company. In this case chickens. The rooster was nearby, but apparently he is not a fan of The Arts.

Have a great holiday weekend folks. Get outside and enjoy some sunshine. You've earned it.

 

 

newborn

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Belle and the New Colt

 

Tuesday afternoon, Belle gave birth to a fine healthy colt. When I first saw him stand, I was struck by how tall he was and the length of his gangly legs. Like his mother, he is black with the exceptions of one white rear hoof and the white blaze on his forehead. It is not uncommon for percherons to be born black and then slowly turn very light grey as they grow older. His grandmother is all light grey (almost white) and as you can see, Belle is well on her way as well.

With last week's new calf, the new lambs, and new piglets expected in a few months, Carriage Hill Farm's animal family is growing in leaps and strides this year. 

No names for the colt and calf just yet. I will keep you posted. One sure bet is that the calf will be named after a flower, following in the hoof steps of Daisy, Rosebud, Lilly, and fern.

Have a great day.

whispers

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Whispers

 

Saturday, my friend Jim and I visited the Indianapolis Museum of Art to see an exhibit of concept cars from the 1930s on up. While there, we wandered through many of the galleries, including this gallery that contained a wonderful sound installation.

Each of the speakers hanging from the ceiling had a different voice. Each voice whispered in what turned out not to be English. The impression that you were given was that of hearing hundreds of voices whispering at one time. To enjoy the experience, I began by sitting on one of the benches in the center of the room and then stood and wandered between speakers to hear the individual voices.

This is the second memorable sound installation that we've had the pleasure to visit in the last couple of months. I am beginning to find, that sound installations can be every bit as enjoyable as more traditional forms of art. I have always been a fan of music, but these installations are an entirely different kind of audio wonder.