My Creative Life #8 - In The Hood

I live on the rough side of town... if you count gravel roads. Living in the country isn't for everyone but I know it's for me. The quiet, the simplicity and lack of neighbours infringing on my space are all of the reasons that I love it. I am a natural born introvert who overcompensates with extrovert tendencies, in other words "I vant to be alone" (because being with other people exhausts me). Although, I still can be fun at a party... go figure. Besides the Amish and a few local Hicks my neighbours are mostly of the four legged variety. Come on... let me introduce you to a few...

On my daily bike ride I visit some of these adorable neighbours. Yes, I am the crazy lady who talks to the animals. I often stop at the Amish goat farm around the corner. I stare at the goats and they come closer to the fence and stare at me. To my shear delight who do I find amongst the goats of all ilks? 

Baby Cow! It concerns me that Baby Cow may end up with some severe species dysmorphia... am I a Gow or a Coat? Why does my moo sound like a maa? Sometimes I feel like I just don't fit in. I want to steal Baby Cow and make her my own, unfortunately Baby will one day be a Biggie and I just don't have the space.

I was surprised to see this big feller under a tree in a field that normally is reserved for nothing, as most fields seem to be... yes, I have much to learn. I taunted him with my camera and then realized the only thing separating us was a thin wire (albeit electric). I promptly hopped on my bike.

Another quaint Amish farm is the home to a bevy of blond and beautiful horses. The Playboy mansion of horse farms. My absolute favourite is the one with the brown mane with blond roots. Her hair just shimmers when she shakes off the flies. 

There is an animal sanctuary one road over so I will be making a little visit... they have donkeys! My ultimate animal friend. I figure I should spend a bit of time with them before pushing my Beau into building a barn.