He's a Dork

This is how I haul water out to the shack.

It's a long way, but I didn't take a picture to show you.

I fill the bucket in the basement,

haul it upstairs and outside.

I have to wade through snowdrifts,

wrangle the bucket through the fence,

and then my animals get water.

In these (-18) freezing days,

I have to do this quite often.

Bucket isn't quite full 'cause then it's less ice I have to break in a couple hours.

And this is what I usually find in the morning.

A solid block of poopsicles.

Why he does this I don't know.

His stall is quite large, and this is in the corner.

Still, he finds a way.

And this is what he does behind my back.....

These are the pictures I usually get of him.

I have hundreds of these.

I back up,

he follows.

I walk away, turn around, and there he is.

This is a camera lens fogged up by a curious horses giant nostrils.

These giant nostrils.

This is my drive-way.

It's interesting getting in and out.

Notice the rub marks in the middle from the undercarriage of the vehicle?

And one of my many beautiful trees.

And by then I was a human-cicle,

so I went in.