Monday, June 27, 2016

Updates & Changes...

   I wanted to write to give y'all a heads up on the changes that will be occurring on this lil' o' blog of ours.

   Moira & I are working to get our artwork public, (all the while trying to hold down the fort with the farm, housework, and homeschooling!) so we decided to add a few different pages for the various mediums we work in. We're hoping it'll be easier to navigate that way. Please let us know if it's working or not. (Please give us a bit to get organized first, though! Thanks!)

   Moira will still keep y'all updated on all that's happening on the farm, and I added a page for our favorite Catholic prayers. I've even added one a page for recipes we really like. Hope you enjoy.

  God bless!
~Kim / Kitterly

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

         Hi everyone! There's been quite a few things going on recently. So most of it revolves around animals (of course) so brace yourselves for animal geeky-ness.

         All four of our goats have had their babies! On June 3rd, Sweet Pea had twins. A buck and a doe. At first, they both had moons on their foreheads, but then the buck lost his. The buck is Leo and the doe is Luna. Luna is black, with silver roaning from her head all the way to her rump. She also has a white spot on her right side, and the white moon on her forehead. She has frosted ears and nose like her parents.

         Leo looks just like his dad, Picasso, (except Picasso has light tan and white on his body) because he has black shoulders, roaning on his face to his shoulders, black stripes on his face, frosted ears, frosted nose, tan body, and black striped legs. We named Leonardo after Leonardo DaVinci because Picasso is his dad.

          On June 9th, Willow had her twins. A boy and a girl, again. Romeo looks exactly like Leo, just without the roaning. Juliet is white, with brown and black spots. She has blue eyes (so does Romeo) and she has a black stripe. It's funny that one of the babies that Willow had last year looked exactly like Juliet. They both had black stripes down their backs. Where a brown spot spreads across Juliet's back, the black stripe is on it. Then where the white goes across her back, the stripe stops.

         On June 13th, Lily had a buck. Even though we wanted females, we adore this little dude. He looks just like Juliet, just without as much black. He's the outcast. I mean, Sweet Pea is a little witch to all the other babies, especially Gimley (the outcast). I brought him out on the lawn and he curled himself up in my lap! He's the world's first lap-goat.

         Oh, I forgot to mention that even though he's four days younger than Romeo and Juliet, he's almost as tall. The funny thing is, he has short legs, but he's so big he's almost as tall as the other babies. He also has half brown half blue eyes. He's just too adorable. :) :) :)

          Then, finally, Snickers had her twins on June 20th. The boy, Hansel, is all white, except he has grey stripes on his forehead, grey tail, and frosted ears. His sister, Gretel, has dark pinkish-red shoulders and head. She has black stripes on her head and frosted ears with a light pinkish-red rump. Her tail is greyish. They have the weirdest colorings.

         Now that I've got all the goat stuff out of the way, here's for the ducks. (We have babies coming out of our ears over here!)

          So I got eggs from a guy that lives near us. They were all "purebred" Khaki Campbells. Well...when the 19 ducklings hatched, there were two white ones, tons of brown ones, and lots of black ones. Hm. Not exactly what I call purebred.

         But, I'm actually glad I got them. They're dopey, friendly, and funny. And I can't complain, because the guy gave 'em to me for free. Awesome deal! Even though 12 turned out to be boys...

         My brother moved in a little while ago with his girlfriend, two dogs, and two cats. So, for all of you who are wondering, we now have four dogs and three cats in the house. Whee! :/

         We repainted my old room a light blue color, put hardwood floors down that's the color of honey, and put white trim along the walls. I moved into the attic/loft/classroom, and my brother moved into my old room.

          Momma and I are going to Chugiak with a friend to pick up her daughter's horses on Friday. Yay! I haven't seen one of the horses in a while. The other horse is new, so I get to see my friend's new Miniature.

         So my brother's girlfriend let me download her Sims 3 Supernatural, which basically means you can play as a werewolf, vampire, ghost, pixie, or just a human. Well, I have a vampire named Jerald Swan, and he rides a horse that has a skeleton design on it. It's like someone painted a skeleton on it. No, you can't have a skeleton horse. Unfortunately. :(

         Okay. That's just creepy. I was just talking about Sims 3 Supernaturals, and I looked at Pandora. There was a song by Santana that was off the album "Supernatural." It's weird when that happens. :0

         Or it's weird when you're angry or sad, and you turn on the radio, which is playing a song that is explaining everything going wrong in your life.

          Well, I have to go...Taylor Swift just came on Pandora and I need to do chores!

                                                       Your local Sims 3 gamer,
                                                               Moira Shea Fasser

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

           Hi everyone! Let's see what's been going on around the farm, shall we?

           So first, my favorite chicken, Arwen, (a bantam Cochin) is sitting on about 18 eggs. She hatched two already. One on Monday and one today. They both are white with light grey on their backs. The second one had more grey, though.

           Pearl, my semi-new Muscovy hen, is sitting on who knows how many eggs. She hasn't hatched anything yet, although the Muscovy do take five weeks to hatch their little ducklings.

           My Khaki Campbell ducks who were in the incubator hatched on the 3rd and 4th. Out of 24 eggs, 19 babies hatched. I'm so happy, even though a few of them aren't full Khaki like we thought. They're half Khaki Campbell half Welsh Harlequin.

            Our four does are due sometime next month. They're HUGE! I think they all have at least twins in there. Whoo! Tons of goat kids

            So basically, we have babies coming out our ears.

           Windswept Acres 1, Windswept Acres 2, and The Horses of Echo Falls 1 were coming along until the cooling fan in my four-year-old computer went kapoot. Yeah. It just died. I just about died. All of my work! All of my Minecraft things! My pictures! My games! But most importantly, my BOOKS!!

           I totally freaked out, running around yelling, "Omigosh omigosh omigosh! All my stuff!" Until Dad told me that all he had to do was wrench the insides out of my poor Dell, then stick wires in it's brain, then copy it's mind onto my "new" (a pretty old Dell laptop that surprisingly works better then my old one) computer. Well, actually, he said he could take the hard drive out of my old laptop, then copy everything over to the new one. But seriously, what's the difference?

           Right now I'm writing from Mom's new Toshiba. It's super cool. It's keyboard lights up, it's touchscreen, it runs REALLY fast, and it can flip into a huge iPad-like device like the Microsoft Surface does.

           It used to be my dad's, until he fried it when he put his iPhone on top of it, right after he had put a magnet in the phone case. Great job Dad. Real smooth.

           Somehow he un-fried it so Mom could use it. He got a replacement for it, and he has a computer that basically is the same thing except his is black.

           If you're wondering why I'm using my mom's computer, well, I don't have the Internet. I have to wait for that until I'm 16.

           For updates on the horses, Ruffian's fur is almost out. The winter hair, that is. No, we don't have a partially bald horse.

            Anyway, Cherry still looks like Big Foot's cousin. Or Chewie's. Wait. What if Chewie and Big Foot were related? I just figured out the Sasquatch mystery! We've all  really been seeing Chewbacca, not Big Foot. Does that Big Foot is really playing Chewie in Star Wars? (Insert "Bhwas" here.) :O :O :O

           Well, back to Cherry. Since she's 25, her hair takes a lot longer to come out, even with me brushing and Ruffian grooming her. Luckily I've been trying to be persistent in getting her hair out.

           Momma let me make my own Pandora station, and I like that I can put anyone I like on, instead of listening to the radio where anything comes on. My station includes: Taylor Swift (duh), Adele (duh), Pentatonix (duh), Paramore, Maroon 5, Carrie Underwood (duh), Deadmau5, Celldweller, Colbie Calliat, Rachel Platten, Lindsay Sterling, Kurt Bestor, District 78, Brad Pasely, Doris Day, Blake Shelton, Van Halen, Imagine Dragons (duh)...A ton more, too, but you get the idea of the kind of music I like. Basically, I like any music unless it's rap or techno. I tend to lean more to the dubstep, country, and pop areas though.

            I just realized something. Us bird people could really call our friends "peeps." One of my brothers used to say that a lot. I didn't really get why he did, or what it meant. But hey, we could use that as an animal person term!

           I have to go now. I gotta feed. You know. The "Call of the Hungry Animals" is happening right now. XD I hoped you liked reading my babbling.

           Ciao ciao,                            (No, I don't have a Chow Chow.)
                     Moira S. Fasser

            Do you guys have any good names for my books? Or should I just keep the names? I'd really like some advice. Thanks!

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Too Funny!

Howdy! I know I've had a vacation from writing, but I see y'all have been left in very good hands! I might even make her (a.k.a. Moira) ALWAYS do the writing. She's really rather good at it, don't you agree?

I'm just popping in to update a few things.

We have a Muscovy hen sitting on a bunch of eggs...her very first! I don't know when they are due since the sneaky little devil went into seclusion without me noticing at first. They sit on their eggs for 35 days rather than the 28 of the Mallard type ducks. Guess time will tell.

We also have a tiny bantam Cochin hen (Arwen) sitting on something like 10 eggs. She's a pro at hatching out babies, and is a grand mother, so I'm looking forward to seeing how many she produces this time. Again, I don't know when their due, since she, too, did the sneaky bit. Can't stop those determined mommas!

Moira's bunch of Khaki Campbells are hatching right now. 2 are out of their shells entirely, 4 more should be soon...all the others are actively working on it!

Once all the Khaki's are hatched, I will be putting in 24 Welsh Harlequin eggs in! :P

I also have 10 Welsh Harlequin ducklings coming from Holderread Waterfowl  Farm in Oregon. They are THE premier breeders of waterfowl in the USA...perhaps even the world! :) I cannot stop grinning! To think I have show quality ducklings coming from them to boost my tiny flock is a dream come true! :)

The goat does are growing their kids nicely...all 4 have quite the tummies on them! I'll see about getting some photos soon.

It's time to get to work outside...the pens need to be cleaned, the garden tilled / planted and I'm tired just thinking about it! :) Even so, I know I'm blessed! I have a wonderful family, a great community, fantastic friends, and my very own tiny farm, smack dab in the greatest state of all!

God bless!

P.S. Keep your eyes peeled for some upcoming artwork by both Moira & I! It is shaping up to pretty awesome! :)
          Hey-o! Sorry. That wasn't very fourteen of me. Did you hear that? Yes, you read that right. I'm fourteen! Whoo! As of yesterday, for all you people who didn't know. (April 26)
          Anyway, I have good and bad things to write about. Let's get the bad news out of the way first, okay?

          Last week Momma and I brought a Welsh Harlequin inside because she had an inside-out vent. Well, we did all we could but she passed away a few days ago. :( :( :(
          Our incubator decided to go wacky today. Instead of being at 99.5F for our ducks, it went up to 100F. Mom turned it "down," but it went up to 101, then 102. It kind of helps if she turned the knob the right way. She had turned it to the right which turns it up. Luckily she realized her mistake before my ducks turned into egg rolls. It went back to 99.5 when she turned it LEFT.

          I just hope my Khaki Campbells didn't fry. >:( >:( >:(

          So now for the good news.

          Well, for starters, it looks like we're going to have a good number of kids in June. Goats, I mean. Lily, Sweet Pea, Willow, and Snickers are super fat. The problem is, they have about a month or so to go and I keep having the horrible thought they're going to pop. LOL I hope that doesn't happen. I hope it DOESn't happen...get it? Does...? I think I'll go now...

           I'm super excited! A horse friend of mine is getting four new horses. Heck, I'm not getting any but I'm still excited! For all of you who want to know, three are Friesians, and one is an Andalusian. Talk about awesome horse breeds! In fact, of the more rare horse breed, Friesians are my absolute favorite. Then Gypsy Vanners. Of the normal horses, I love Quarter Horses, Norwegian Fjord Horses, Mustangs (which my horsy friend currently owns), Miniatures, Thoroughbreds, Clydesdales, and many, many, more.

          Sorry. Did I go all "horse" on you guys? Yeah, it's kind of weird when I start to talk about a simple horse subject that anyone would understand and end up getting all technical. I've gone "horsy" on a lot of my friends, many times. Oops.

           Anyway, off the horse subject.

          Just a really random thing to throw out there, but I bought an elephant yesterday. AN ELEPHANT?! Heh, no. Not a real, life-size one, unfortunately. Just a plastic one from the German company Schleich. My dad named him Jose, because elephants have hose-like trunks. :) I love elephants. Almost (but not quite) as much as horses. Which is a lot coming from me. On a scale of 1 to 10, elephants would be 10, dolphins and whales 9, ducks 8, horses 1,000,000. Nuff said.

           And I thought we were off the horse subject. O3O
           My dad was so nice and bought me flowers on my birthday. A rose with baby's breath around it. He also bought me milk chocolate with gooey raspberry goodness on the inside, which, being the klutz I am, broke off too much of the bottom, making the raspberry stuff dribble out the bottom of the chocolate and down into my *ahem* bra. That was interesting to get out, not to mention off without dropping anything else.

          Surprisingly, the raspberry chocolate and the orange dark chocolate made it to today without being eaten. That is, until my night raid of their box.

          *Om nom nom nom* What? Who? Me? I-I wasn't eating anything...

          I have to let you guys go...Thanks for letting me talk (or should I say write?) your ears (eyes?) off. Ciao!

                                                Your now fourteen-year-old,
                                                            Moira S. "Horse Freak" Fasser

          I want to shout out to all you people who wished me a happy birthday. THANK YOU!! It's really cool when 50 bizillion people take time out of their busy schedules to say happy birthday. <3 <3 <3 Thanks again!

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

          Hey there! The last post was supposed to be posted earlier, but I forgot to do it. That should tell you how scatter-brained I am.

          Anyway, the last post was written on the 12th or something. So the dates in it aren't going to be accurate. Oops.

         So our tiny goats have gone from normal weight to BOOM, huge. And I mean big. If you look at them from the top, they're shaped like a pear. My wether, Jack, (full name is Cracker Jack) is so fat he looks like he's preggo. Time for goat-walks. XD

         The minis are doing good. They're both starting to lose their winter coat, so now, you brush your hand through their hair and you get a ton of hair on your hand. It makes you look like you turned into Chewbacca or a werewolf or something.

         On Palm Sunday, (March 20th) one of my mom's ducks got taken by a Hawk Owl. Her name was Lefty, because when she hatched she laid on her left side too long. Mom had to massage her neck for a week or so. She finally could walk, and was put out with the other ducks. Lefty was only two.

         On Easter Sunday, (March 27th) two of the 1/3 Welsh Harlequin, 1/3 Rouen, and 1/3 Khaki Campbell eggs pipped. They hatched the next day, and then three more hatched later on in the day. Two of the later ones are full Welsh, along with another one which hatched the next day.

          The first two mixes learned to run as fast as possible across the room to me when I called them. I had to make peeping and quacking sounds, though, because we didn't name them, so we didn't get attached to 'em. They're so adorable.

          The goats are due in two months. Whee! So many kids! The goats eat a lot now, and I can understand why. I mean, if all of them have three babies, that's 12 kids! So, technically, that's 16 goats in one pen...And I thought we'd never exceed 10 goats. That's not even counting my wether and Mom's buck. :O

          Okay, I'm about to get all Minecraft-y, so all you people who either don't like or don't know about Minecraft, I suggest you stop reading. XP JK I just don't think you'll get what I'm talking about if you don't play the game.

           I feel bored with your run-of-the-mill creepers, zombies, and spiders to fight. So I think, let's see...Endermen are boring, slimes are weird, and I don't have any zombie pigmen around. What to do, what to do. Then it hits me. What if I fight the biggest bad-butt in the game? You guessed it. The Ender Dragon. I rub my hands together in glee.

          So I turn on Creative Mode, make an End Portal, and jump in.

          Everything is quiet. I'm on an obsidian platform on the side of the island. I fly up, and within thirty seconds the Ender Dragon sees me, then divebombs. "AHHH!" I yelp and fly to the left, just barely missing getting eaten. I shoot at Mr. E, (this is what I have dubbed him) only to find out a few moments later that it's impossible to kill him with those weird purple thingys still there. I shoot the purple floating blocks, and then I turn around right as Mr. E divebombs again. I shoot him right in his gaping maw.

           "ROOOOOAAARRRRR!!!!!!" He growls, pivoting at the last second. He flies to the other end of the island.

           Okay, this is taking forever, I think, after twenty minutes of divebombs and flying arrows. What if I use lava to burn him? I set to work building a line of blocks, about sixty blocks off the ground. Then I pour lava on every block, then stand back and watch the lava spill to the floor. It hit the floor just as I hear a ear-splitting roar behind me. Are you in for a surprise, I think, flying through the lava and onto the other side. I wait, as the sound of flapping wings get closer and closer. I'm the only one receiving a surprise, though, because just then Mr. E appears, flying through the lava, creating a hole just big enough for him to fit through. Aw, what?! I think, while I fly screaming across the island with Mr. E in hot pursuit.

           Then I stop. I just had a facepalm moment. I'm flying. Which means I'm in Creative Mode. Which means I'm invincible. I just hang there while Mr. E divebombs, giving me no damage. Haha! I now know I can just pelt him with arrows, waiting for him to die.

           After about five more minutes, finally, I see the HUGE purple explosion, signaling that I won. After Mr. E's gone, I bury his egg, as a friend advised me to do if I wanted a ghost dragon to hatch. Then I stand there like a dope, while Endermen walk around me. I then think how desolate the End is. What if I built a village, with animals, people, and everything?

           I build until everything's finished. A decent-sized village now stands in the End. Then I thought, what if I build a floating city? I start by making a platform of grass very, very, very high in the air. I build a monument of Steve's face, with beacons for eyes. Then I jump off the grass and drill my way under the island. I build a cute little house, and spawn a villager in it. I make a few more houses, and voila, a new village connecting to the one on the top of the island. I then make stairs up to the grass platform, now my floating city. Now everyone can walk from one village to the other.

           So that's my three-hour-long Minecraft session on the 28th. Maybe the next thing I'll make is a city in the Nether. Cool, huh?

           I gotta go. Dinner calls.

                  Your local Palmer-residing, farm-living, Mincraft geek,
                                              Moira S. Fasser

          Mr. E's egg hasn't hatched yet. I'll tell you when it does. Maybe you guys can give me ideas for the name. :) :) :)

          Bello! Sorry, I love the Minions...

          Anyway, remember last time I wrote I said Pippa (our Cochin Bantam) was sitting on eggs? Well, on Thursday (March 10th) six little fuzzy guys popped out. Then the next day two more lil' peepin' cuties decided to join their siblings in annoying Pippa. Poor Pippa. Just as she settles everyone down, fixes her feathers, and falls asleep, the babies have to jump around, making her feathers get all messed up. >:(

          There are three red ones, (one with a chocolate body) three black ones, a white one with tan spots, and a sliver one with a white belly. They all have equally fuzzy butts.

          We sold the white and silver chicks to a friend last night. Whew. In a few more days, we'll be like, "Go, you stinky, noisy chickens!" That's the good thing about hatching birds. They're all so adorable when you hatch 'em, then by the time they're about a week old, you don't want them. Then you won't have to worry about getting attached to them. Except for the occasional adorable chick...which makes up 3/4 your birds in your pens.

          I've made progress on the books I'm writing. Yes, I do get author's block. Right about then I want to toss my computer into the horse's trough. Or into the duck pool. They'll both do the job. Then I'll cry at all the lost work I've done. And my poor Minecraft animals, drowning because of their owner's stupidity. "Glub glub...what a world, what a world!" They'll say. You murderer.

          I really wish the weather would make up it's mind. Since February it's been in the 40s. Then it froze. Then it melted and stayed in the 40s again. Yesterday is started snowing when it was 42 degrees out, and then it started raining. Then rain and snow at the same time. And NOW...snow, at 46 degrees. It's like God went to get something out of His freezer and then forgot to shut the door. Twice.

         Though I can't complain about the snow. It's like we're in a snow globe. It's really pretty. Until you step wrong and fall on your butt. Like I would.

         I made a mini Olaf this morning. I was standing outside on our porch today, liking the weather, when I stepped in a slushy patch of snow. (Why I was standing out there without shoes I don't know) I slipped, tossing the mini Olaf into the side of the house. WHEEEEEEEE!! SPLAT...I walked inside with a soggy sock, thinking how sad it was that I had killed poor Olaf.

          My aunt and uncle just flew up from England two days ago. They're staying with my grandma, so I haven't seen them yet. Poor guys. They're going to have jet-lag from heck.

          I just realized, I think my aunt and uncle brought the wet weather from England! Is there a way I could ship it back? "If there's a will, there's a way," as the saying goes.

         Anyway, I have to help Mom cook dinner. She just had surgery, so the poor lady isn't feeling that good. Bye!

            Bye from the animals, (slobbery horses and fuzzy chicks included)
                                           Moira S. Fasser

Monday, March 7, 2016

Sequal of "Update, Yo!"

           Hi! It's me, Moira, again. There's been a few things going on. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

           First of all, I have two big bruises on my knees and elbows because of the ice. It rained a little while ago, and that made everything extremely slippery. I normally don't slip, but I stepped wrong. I guess I inherited a lot of Mom's klutzy-ness. (Remember the whole New Year's episode?) :| :| :|

           On the 14th  of this month my great-aunt and great-uncle are coming up here. My aunt's been here before, but my uncle hasn't. They are both from England, so you can imagine the climate change! :)

           The past few days have been really hot around here. At nine this morning it was already 45F outside. My sister that was in Guam for a while came up here for the summer in 2013, and she was freezing, even though that summer it was 90F. Whereas Mom and I were dying of the heat. Yeah, when it comes to heat and humidity, I'm a wimp. (Thank the Lord I'm in Alaska!)

           In August I started wringing a book, (of course, it's about horses) and now I'm writing three at a time. The first two are called "Windswept Acres" and they're about two sisters, Rachel and Jessica Jefferson. They live in Hidden Springs, a town in a dormant volcano, which is named Indian Valley, in Arizona.

          The other one is "The Horses of Echo Falls." That one is about Rachel and Jessica's cousin, Alexandria Hernandez. Alex lives in Echo Falls, a town either ten or fifteen miles away from Hidden Springs. The town gets its name from the huge waterfall, and the town even have a wild horse herd there, hence the name of the book.

           I'm hoping to get the books published before I'm 15, so I'll be a really young author. Books take a long time to write, though. All these ideas come from nowhere, so I just write them down so I  don't forget them.

           Mom is going to be my editor. FYI, if you write a book you have to have an editor. I learned this in a writing class I recently took.

          Why do you need an editor you ask? Editors aren't just for checking grammatical errors. They also have the job of giving the author more ideas, and, if there's a sentence that's weak or sounds weird, the editors point it out, so the authors can change the word order. There's a lot of stuff I could go on about, like what's a weak sentence, word order, paragraph order, editors, and so on. But you didn't come here to get a grammar lesson! You came here because you were totally bored and had nothing better to do with your time.

           JK. But seriously, there's probably a million better ways to spend the fifteen minutes it takes to read this. XD

           Anyway, one of our Cochin Bantams, Pippa, is sitting on 14 eggs. She's having to do the splits to keep all the eggs warm. I can't wait until the little fuzzy bums pop out of the eggs!

           Like I was telling Mom a few days ago, no matter how many time it happens, it never gets old seeing newly-hatched chicks and ducklings or little new-born goat kids. I wonder how many of you animals fanatics are nodding or making little "mmm-hmm" sounds?

            Normally, in December we breed our goats, Willow and Snickers, so they'll have the kids in April. This year we bred all four of our girl goats in January, so instead of having the kids in April, they'll have them in June, when the weather's a lot warmer.  The other two does are Sweet Pea and Lily, who were too young to breed, so normally we had five or six kids each year. Now we'll have 12 kids if all of them have three. But Willow normally only has two babies.

          Willow had Snickers the first time she had a kid, then she had three the next year, (one died because she decided to have her babies when we were at church) then two the next.
          Snickers had one baby the first year, then she had three last year.

          Who knows with Sweet Pea and Lily? Knowing us, They'll both have six. JK.... 4 is normally the most they have at once.

          Sweet Pea's mom had four, but only Sweet Pea and one other sibling survived. We didn't even know if SP would live, because she was really, really, really, small. She did, though. :) We raised SP and Lily together on bottles. Now Lily is tall, up and down as well as sideways. I'm wondering how wide she'll be when she's carrying kids. (Hopefully she won't pop...Ew.)

           Picasso, our buck, is really pretty. He has black, tan, white, and grey on him. And he also has blue eyes. He's the only one of our goats that have blue eyes. So much for the blue eyes being the dominant color. He has a son, Raphael, who has blue eyes, and two daughters that have minty-green eyes. Out of Picasso's nine kids, they are the only ones with eye colors other then brown.  

          Do you want to know how he came by that name? You probably don't, but I'm gonna tell you anyway. 

           When we went to pick him up a couple of years ago when he was eight weeks old, I saw his face and instantly though of a Picasso painting, because he has these spots of black on either side of his face, making him have a crooked blaze (sorry, horse terminology). I told Mom, and the name stuck. 

          I normally hate crooked things, like a picture that's uneven, but I love his little blaze! <3 

          Well, now I pretty much ran out of things to say. (Which rarely happens...just ask my family.) I've got to go now. It's six something, and I have to go feed soon.

                            Horse Kisses from Cherry, (including the slobber)
                                                              Moira S. Fasser