Midsommar Pasture

It's true!

We do spoil our dogs...

Barry in front of the fireplace, in his "SchnuffelWuffel" with his favorite heart!

Cleo on HER new chair! She's the Diva of the Mansion!

We turned out the boys to their (Mid)Sommar Pasture this morning MEANING we opend the gate to the large back pasture. It's probably a little over 1 ha big (that would be 2.5 to 3 acres).

We hadn't turned them out there untill today because it had been a bit over overgrazed by the horses of the previous occupants.

They couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the opening 'into freedom'.

:))

Notice the synchronicity in their movements!

Looking at those pictures right now remindes me of a song I used to sing a lot with my trail riding buddies back in Austria...

Here are the lyrics:

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,

Don't fence me in.

Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,

Don't fence me in.

Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,

And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,

Send me off forever but I ask you please,

Don't fence me in.

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle

Underneath the western skies.

On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder

Till I see the mountains rise.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences

And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses

And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences

Don't fence me in.

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies,

Don't fence me in.

Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,

Don't fence me in.

Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze

And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees

Send me off forever but I ask you please,

Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle

Underneath the western skies

On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder

Till I see the mountains rise.

Ba boo ba ba boo.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences

And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses

And I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences

Don't fence me in.

No.

Poppa, don't you fence me in

by Bing Crosby :))

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