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Santa Fe Renegade a Morgan Stallion owned by Eitan Beth Halachmy Photo taken 5/8/11


As you can see Mangus is alive and doing well. He and Milton think they are “The Bad Boys” now.
They have plenty of trees to scale but the little scrub oak forest next to the barn is their favorite place to practice their new skills.
I hope there is not some unsuspecting birdie up there. It is a good thing the finches did not return to the barn this year. I don’t think they will be back.
Crazed kitty look.
“I may be tiny but I’m looking down on you.”
Meanwhile on the ground Milton is on the prowl. He looks over at Rosie and the goats in the pen who are being so patient waiting for some one to feed them.
“We are in jail. We are hungry. Let us out”.
Rosie watches the Manx brothers in the little forest and wonders why I have not fed her yet. I better hurry and feed or let her and the goats out to browse but I want time to document the Manx Brothers in the little oak forest right now. They are just little kitties and will grow to big kitties soon. After Rosie’s first bray (hee haw) she usually gives me about 5 or maybe up to 10 minutes to act if I am lucky.
The goats are extremely patient this morning. They are enjoying the mild morning sun.
Mangus eyes locked on Milton from above.
Milton dives for the cherry picker in the wheelbarrow. Hmmm….manure balls, good for batting around.
“How did Mangus get down there so quick. And what is he up to?”
Mangus does not want to use the litter box any more. Yeah I say.
Good boy. Just wait until he finds the round pen with 60 feet of sand.
“Now what can I do?”
“I feel the need to sharpen my teeth.” Fierce isn’t he?
“Someone’s coming….in the bucket.
“Why I see movement out there. I can’t keep myself in here much longer”
“Out of bucket and look what happens. Don’t laugh.”
I told you they were fierce kitties.
GQ like Rosie and the goats is very patient for his breakfast. He is watching the Manx Brothers play too. I’d better hurry with hay though or the stall banging may start and we don’t want that.
“Who me? I don’t bang stall doors…..unless you ignore me long enough”
I look down from GQ thinking I better start getting hay out and I squint to see Mangus with something flapping in his mouth. It looks like he has caught a tiny fish or something. He crouches and appears to not know what the heck he has. I swing my camera around and can’t get my settings right but oh well. You can see something here. It is NOT a wood rat which is what he is suppose to be feasting on. Mangus is as surprised as I am. “Hmmm…what to do with this?” Then before I could say MEOW…….
Mangus does the spins with a very unlucky creature in mouth. I almost deleted this photo as junk until I looked in the bottom right hand corner. OMG The poor creature was a lizard and he or she is fleeing for his or her life. National Geographic material?
Mangus wonders “what happened to that thing I had”?
“Oh well I’ll just find something else to destroy.”
How could I not pick this photo for “The Golden Hour” Who is this?
Around 8 weeks old. She’s a retriever through and through.
How about that confirmation. I mean body.
In the mornings sitting on the front stairs looking for crawling things was a favorite activity….and still is.
Learning how to swim at a young age is required at Sundog Ranch. Sasha is around 10 weeks here. She started her swimming career in the puppy pen.
It can get a little intimidating competing with the big Sundogs.
So drying off and watching is good.
Summers are hot at Sundog so staying near the water is imperative.
“In fact if sitting in water does not cool you down fast enough lie down in it.”
In case you wondered Sasha is allowed in the house.
Even on the couch