Buttercup at the Gate

Apr
2


Every day now, I shut the gate at the driveway and let Buttercup and the donkeys out to mow the fresh, green grass around the house and studio. Up near the gate to the upper pasture has become Buttercup’s favorite place to sit a spell after she’s had her fill. Work has begun on the upper pasture fencing repairs, and hopefully by the end of the week, I can turn Buttercup and the donkeys out in that big field. (I’m probably going to keep the donkeys with Buttercup for company until BP and Glory Bee come back–I don’t want Buttercup to be lonely. That will give Patriot time to settle in, and Zip will hopefully be arriving in a few weeks.)

I think Buttercup heard that pasture would be opening soon. She’s waiting! She wants to be first in!





Comments

  1. BuckeyeGirl says:

    HOORAY for having the critters do the mowing for you! In fact, mowing AND fertilizing simultaneously! Buttercup looks so comfortable there too. :cowsleep:

  2. Joell says:

    :happyflower:
    Buttercup is a typical lady, she wants to first in line when there is something good to be got! Like me if I heard they were giving out free chocolate!!

  3. charitychickens says:

    I’ve been a reader of your blog for almost 6 months now. Your sight has really inspired me. One of our favorite weekly things to do is watch a video from your sight. We get 6 more peeps this week and 2 goslings. We’re getting our little hobby farm there step by step. Thanks for the continual inspiration!

  4. Barbee says:

    Pretty Buttercup! Surveying the domain from a warm spot in the sun. I’m sure the chickens are entertaining.

  5. shirley T says:

    Butter Cup is almost as cute as Glory BEE.

  6. bonita says:

    Yup, she’s real purdy…esp those ears.

  7. whaledancer says:

    I’m happy to see an update on Buttercup; I wondered how she was doing. She certainly looks content sitting in all that lush grass.

    How are Clover and the rest of the gang? Are they enjoying their first springtime at the new farm?

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