Oh, The Chickens

This morning Greg and I operated as Team Onion Basket and drove out east to the next county to shoot a family farm. 

Greg took this one: 

But I took this one: 

Meet Punkin: 

The other half of Team Onion Basket is a tad on the city-slicker side, and I forgot to warn him that, according to equine legend, camera flashes EAT HORSES. 

You know, I think Greg took most of these chicken shots. I think Greg has a knack for chicken photography. 

This is Lexi: 

She's a Thoroughbred/Mustang cross from California. If you want to learn about how to read BLM mustang brands, here's a link to a quick read about it. 

Sweet Mr. Muttly: 

Muttly has two boxer siblings, Piper and Johnny. I'm still going through the Piper v. Johnny Wrestling Match, but wanted to get at least a few from today up on the blog before bedtime. PIPER AND JOHNNY. WE DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU. 

Diego, the farm's Head Wrangler: 

To Natalie and Ted, thank you guys for inviting us out this morning, and for all the laughs. I can't wait for you to see the photos of you guys trying to catch the chickens in their coop. Oh, and THANK YOU for the eggs. I can never eat grocery store eggs again; you've spoiled me. 

I saved my favorite for last: 

Pod

I mean... 

I don't think I have words for this post. 

That's Greg and his Pod. Greg is always throwing glass at me. 

It's sort of killing me that you can't see these bigger. One of these days I'll give blogger the old heave-ho and go with something better-suited for posting photos. This set might be what pushes me to do that. 

Quite the team, they are. 

:) 

Slick

Meet Slick: 

This is what Slick looks like when he's listening to the birdies: 

This is what Slick's owner looks like after he winds up and kicks her square in the hip: 

Slick was pretty proud of himself for that one. 

Slick, Slick, Slick. 

He's a 2-year-old Paint gelding who is friends with everyone he meets. Slick cannot decide if he's a horse, an alpaca, or a dog. Slick herds ducks. Slick loves his dog. Slick prefers sweet new grass to apples (SLICK. I BOUGHT YOU A HONEY CRISP.) Slick would like his gums massaged. 

When I showed up for our session this morning, Jeanette brushed off Slick's sleepy mud coat. Three minutes later, Slick rolled in the soft new dirt. 

This is what happens when you give Slick an apple: 

Now meet Antonio: 

He is, by way of family tree, Slick's little brother. 

After he batted those eyelashes at me and gave me a two-toothed grin, I almost handed him the keys to my truck, my 5D, and all of Greg's glass. I would have given him more, but that's all I've got. 

I needed to shoot some cows for a project I'm working on, so after our session, Dee, Jeanette,  Antonio and I loaded up on the 4-wheelers and headed down the road to the neighbors' dairy. 

This is why I'm a vegetarian (those faces!!!)

I have a ton of processing to do still. These are the tip of the iceberg, though, and I wanted to get something up before I head out again for the evening.  Thank you, Jeanette, Dee, Jimmy, and Antonio for the warm welcome, for showing me around your place, and mostly for the raspberries.  

I hope you don't mind a squatter. I'm moving in. : )