Mary
Posted: January 26th, 2007 by Lisa
This is the photo that I use for the background on my computer. It makes me laugh daily. I love the guilty “what? I wasn’t eating weeds, promise!” look on her face. I’d called her name out — which she knows very well — what do you want, Mom?! They’d just gone in to a new area, and she’s all excited. She’s like that a lot of the time, almost always happy, giddy.
When we got her, she was just under a year old, and acted like the baby she was. She leaps in the air when they go into a new pasture. She runs in circles. She rolls in the grass. She gets her way all the time! She’s a bit of a brat, actually. Her sister Misty acts like the grown up, and Mary is the baby. Spoiled, spoiled girl. We all dote on her, to be honest. She’s a funny, silly girl. Everything makes her happy. She’s always making us laugh.
She will go for a walk with me, but only if I bring Misty as well. Otherwise, she just refuses to move. I’m not sure she’s ever been anywhere without her sister, and she isn’t planning on trying it. She doesn’t like being touched at all, except if her head is buried in the grain bucket. Even if the bucket is empty, she’ll leave it in there and let me scratch. It’s very funny. I sing to her — Mary, Mary, quite contrary — and she comes over to stick her head in the empty bucket, silly girl. Scratch time.
Boy does she like grain! Because Misty pretty much lets her little sister get away with anything, Mary tries to hog both feeding buckets, and spits at Misty, trying to keep her away so she can have all the grain. Mine, mine! Spit. They can really get at it if I’m not really careful to separate the buckets by a good bit. They’ve never spit at me, or any person, actually, which I hear means we are doing something right, anyway. When we are out for the morning feed, she spins in circles when she hears the grain rattle, barely able to contain the excitement. If we take to long to get there, she starts the humming. Come on already!
This is the other photo I use for a background from time to time. If you notice, while Misty has a halter and lead on her, bratty Mary is just cheerily marching along, following her sister without a care in the world. We had moved the herd back from the Quinn’s that day, and everyone came nicely except Mary. I was pulling my hair out, trying different strategies, and none of them were working. I finally decided to leave her out there alone, and let her fret a bit. Then I brought Misty back on a lead, and Mary just followed us the mile and a half home. Frank brought of the rear of the parade, just to keep her moving.
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