Monday, June 3, 2013
In which Boyd Martin moves into my barn
Actually. . . . not that Boyd Martin. I do know Boyd and it would be absolutely FINE if he did move into my barn. Boyd Martin could stay. We'd provide him food, water and a dry place to sleep. All I ask in return is rodent removal. Squirrel counterinsurgency. Reptile patrol. I'm sure Boyd would do well.
Roughly six months ago a neighbor left the area. Left behind at least one of her barn cats. A big handsome streetwise tuxedo cat beast of the feline persuasion. We'd see him flitting through the woods occasionally. Toward the end of March he marched into the barn one day, looked around and said "Hi honey, I'm home!". Just like that we acquired our barn cat.
BoydMartin has a sense of adventure. He's the self appointed supervisor of all things barn at Pegasus Ridge. Unload hay, BoydMartin has the overwatch. Schooling in the dressage ring, BoydMartin is sitting at C, glad to provide an evaluation. Makes sure all the horses get the right things in their feed tubs. Oversees stall cleaning, pasture dragging and mowing. BoydMartin helps in the carriage shed. He's also been known to check out the wash and wax job on the trucks. All in all BoydMartin is a solid citizen and a welcome addition to the tiergarten that we call home.
And the name? Boyd Martin has a cat called Manny. We thought it only fair that Manny have a cat named BoydMartin.