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Making Chicken Diapers 1

It is a wonderful world we live in. Things like this give me a reason to get up each day and marvel. What next? My sister is a seamstress and has been requested to sew all types of things, but I have a feeling, this would be a new one even for her.

The link was forwarded to me by the author of a chicken guide that I will be illustrating again. I just mention this in case you had wild thoughts that I was sitting in the studio entertaining myself by Googling “chicken diapers.” Not yet, but I might be tempted!

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©Copyright 2008 by Bethany Caskey. See original post here.
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Montana Appaloosa, Missoula Carousel Horse, oil painting.

A few years ago, the Missoula Carousel had their 10th anniversary. The anniversary party was a fund raiser for the carousel. I volunteered to do a painting for the party, and this painting, along with others by other artists, was to be raffled off to create funds to keep the carousel operating.

Once the painting was gone, and the party was over, I never learned who bought the painting and didn’t know where it went.

Today, we arrived at my parents house, and soon afterward, my son arrived with my grandson. My grandson was holding photos of this painting.

My son said, “Hey Nathan, give those pictures to your grandma.” I looked at the photos and asked my son, “Where did you get photos of my painting?” He replied, with a funny look on his face, “Mom, that’s not your painting!” I said, “Yes it is, how’d you get photos of it?” He said, “I saw this painting in one of the big hotels in Spokane, I thought you’d like the painting so I took pictures of it. It’s not your painting.”

I started to laugh and I said, “Johnnie, I did that painting for the Missoula carousel’s 10th anniversary party-it’s MY PAINTING! I promise you, I painted it.”

He started laughing, he said, “Well, I saw this in an exhibit in a hotel in Spokane last year, and I thought you’d like to see this painting, so I took pictures of it. It took me a year to remember to bring the pictures to you.”

My son saw the painting in a hotel in Spokane, didn’t know I’d created the painting, and brought me pictures of it because he thought I’d like to see it. I think that’s so funny. He said he didn’t even look at the signature on the painting.

And now I know a little bit of the history of what happened to my painting after it was auctioned off years ago. I don’t know if the painting was purchased by the hotel at the auction in Missoula, Mt, or if it ended up there some other way, but it’s fun to know a little bit about what’s happened to it.
Donna Ridgway

©Copyright 2008 by Donna Ridgway. See original post here.
To learn more about this artist, visit Donna Ridgway’s website.

A walk in the woods.

Robert and I went for a walk in the woods, and came upon this eagle, landing on his nest. It was quite a gruesome site! Click the photo to look at his nest closely, he’s got deer antlers and all kinds of things in there, not counting the human skeleton. He was a pretty big eagle to be able to carry all that stuff into the nest!

We ran as fast as we could!

And I hope you don’t believe a word of it, because none of it is true. LOL. Someone in Lincoln, Montana set this up over Halloween, it’s sitting on main street. I just did a little photoshopping to take the buildings, power lines, roads, and solar panels.

Hope you liked the sculpture! :)
Donna Ridgway

©Copyright 2008 by Donna Ridgway. See original post here.
To learn more about this artist, visit Donna Ridgway’s website.

I’m gonna bite you!

More horses being funny! I uploaded some great photos of horses tonight to my smug mug site. They’re in the album May 28 08 under the horses gallery. Hope you have fun seeing these two bugging each other.

The sorrel in this picture, with the blaze face and four white socks, looks so much like the very first horse I ever owned. My horse was named Lucky, because his mom died from a rattlesnake bite when he was a baby. He lived, drinking from bottle…until he could live on his own. He was Lucky to be alive!

He was also the love of my life, as horses go. My grandpa gave him to me when I was 8 and Lucky was also 8. He was with me until we were both 32. The day he passed away, he came down from the pasture and got as close to the house as he could, laid down and died.

He came to me in a dream the other night, so I’ve been thinking of him a lot the last few days.

Donna Ridgway

©Copyright 2008 by Donna Ridgway. See original post here.
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You guys are such good sports! :)

I decided I’d put another clue on here. This is an untouched photo of my weird things. Now the problem is, how did they come about? Can you guess?

I got the giggles at some of your guesses, from charcoal briquettes, to deer poop, to some other kind of pooh…sounds like Mike Rowe on Dirty Jobs. ha.

Those of you who guessed frost, hail stones etc are so close.

Boy, when one of you guesses how this came about, and what it is, I’ll have to find another mystery photo….
Donna Ridgway

©Copyright 2008 by Donna Ridgway. See original post here.
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BOO!

Here is our last Sheltie Hollow Spook. Bram is our leader, and he isn’t about to let the girls get ahead of him. His favourite costume is this ghost that was made especially for him. He happily “haunts” the house for treats, and was gracious enough to pose for this little watercolour painting.
From Bram, Lily, and all of us here at Sheltie Hollow, have a safe and Spooktacular Halloween.
Heather Anderson

©Copyright 2008 by Heather Anderson. See original post here.
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Gassed!

This is one nice set of legs!

I get so tickled when I get a photo like this. You could call it “Licked!” butt I think I’ll call it “Gassed!”
Donna Ridgway

©Copyright 2008 by Donna Ridgway. See original post here.
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Knock it Off!

I’m serious, you two! Don’t make me come out there!

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©Copyright 2008 by Bethany Caskey. See original post here.
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Cougar or Chupacabra?

Lately, there have been rumors of a cougar being sighted in this part of Iowa, and in particular, just within a mile of where I pasture the horses. A couple of fellows say some of their hunting dogs went missing and were found hanging in the fork of a tree and not in a condition to follow them home. So far though, no tracks and no actual verification. We have been keeping a careful eye out for any signs.

We did find an unfortunate victim while doing chores the other night…

It was difficult to tell just what had caused this unusual mutilation.

Then.

We saw it.

Not a cougar.

No!

But a dreaded CHUPACABRA!!!!

for anyone not up to speed on cryptozoology, here you go:

Chupacabra (also Chupacabras /tʃupa’kabɾas/, from Spanish chupar: to suck, cabra: goat; goat sucker) is a legendary cryptid rumored to inhabit parts of the Americas. It is associated more recently with sightings of an allegedly unknown animal in Puerto Rico (where these sightings were first reported), Mexico, and the United States, especially in the latter’s Latin American communities.[1] The name comes from the animal’s reported habit of attacking and drinking the blood of livestock, especially goats. Physical descriptions of the creature vary. Eyewitness sightings have been claimed as early as 1990 in Puerto Rico, and have since been reported as far north as Maine, and as far south as Chile. It is supposedly a heavy creature, the size of a small bear, with a row of spines reaching from the neck to the base of the tail. Most biologists and wildlife management officials view the chupacabra as an urban legend.[2] From Wikipedia.org

Legend no more! Run, Radar, RUN!

©Copyright 2008 by Bethany Caskey. See original post here.
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Going Green

I guess I am on a roll today. I painted three 8 x 10’s paintings, designed a ‘Gym Rat’ cartoon for my Cafe Press Shop and now I made another equine design I am calling ‘Going Green’. Everyone wants to go green right? Our equine buddies always have been firm believers in going green — green pastures, green grass. Heck horses are even green broke before they’re anything else!
Thanks for stopping by!

©Copyright 2008 by Sue Steiner. See original post here.
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Cat-astrophies

On a quiet early morning last week, I cheerfully let the dogs out the south door and was puttering around, zombie-like as usual before my coffee, when I felt something was amiss. How I managed to not see it right off when I entered the room still bothers me. This is what I found in the large middle room:

Jet Ranger had lovingly purchased a bag of hay for the rabbit (Fuzz Bucket) and somehow the plastic bag had dragged itself from where it was stored and exploded all over the floor. I spent the next few minutes regrouping the hay and putting it into a sealable bin and contemplating how this had happened in the middle of the night with no sound.

I let the dogs in and they said they had found it that way themselves. I believed them, if only because I know they would be capable of a much bigger mess.

The very next morning I awoke and felt something was amiss again. The sun was barely coming through the window. The dogs were still snuggled up and quiet. Then I saw it. From the smallest sliver of an opening in the chest of drawers. The shark fin!

Cue music. I know you know it.

And don’t ask if I sleep with my camera.

The dreaded “Drawer Cat.”

She was playing in Jet Ranger’s undie drawer and very content to sit and watch the world from her new abode.

We had a long talk. Which made no sense at all since this cat is stone deaf, but I did feel I made an impression upon her. An hour in the corner to think about her misdeeds seems to have helped us reach an understanding.

©Copyright 2008 by Bethany Caskey. See original post here.
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Bringing a touch of blue to a black and white kitten

School is most definately bringing out the creative side in my girls!

The oldest has started sketching (not sure I even knew the term at the grand old age of 5) and the youngest is following suit. Only she is  bringing a wee bit of a variation to the word.

She has gone in for animal art!

Jess was her muse.

I think it was her bemused look and little plea in her big eyes that brought my attention to her freshly coloured blue tummy and back paws. (She had been sound asleep on her chair as the artists were creating …She knows all about her 9 lives!)

The photo illustrates the left over marks .

Jess charmingly (hastily) and elegantly (expertly) washed herself and magically found her silky snowy white fur without hurting the artists’ feelings in anyway…! (Must ask her how she did that.)

Moments like this are priceless and just have to be shared.

OK off to put pencil to Mellotex paper.

©Copyright 2008 by Sheona Hamilton Grant. See original post here.
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Bit and Barrels

Lil Bit o' BaskLil Bit o’ Bask

©Copyright 2008 by Bethany Caskey. See original post here.
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Soybeans and Small Dogs

I have a really good video camera, so I don’t understand why putting these photos together tickles me so… but they do.

©Copyright 2008 by Bethany Caskey. See original post here.
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Fencing at the ranch.

The cows got into the hay meadow, which is below this grizzly thicket and out of site. Naturally, the cattle came through the fence where it’s most difficult to repair. At the base of this granite ridge, the cows come up against this rock, and don’t want to turn around. I suppose the fence has been this way since my uncle Bob built it in the 30’s.

I told my cousin, we couldn’t keep the cattle out of the meadow, without creating a diversion away from this rock. So she sent me down the hill to move the pickup, and Russ came down the hill to get more posts. I was to move the truck to the other side of this ridge, into the meadow, and meet them on the other side.

I zoomed in with my camera and you can see Russ almost to the top of the hill, carrying the supplies needed to fix the hole in the fence and make the diversion.

I went on around with the truck, and worked my way back to where Russ and Mary were still working. He’d just driven three metal posts into solid rock. Which was quite a feat. Not to my cousin, she’s an old mother hen, always worrying about everything, always doubting everything. She reached out and shook one of the posts, asking Russ as she did it, “Are you sure this is tight?” To which he replied patiently, “It ought to be, I drove it into solid rock.”

Guess you know I got the giggles.

On the other side of the hill, Mary and I took the four wheelers to the far end of the fence. We were to work our way back toward the middle, fixing fence as we went along, and meet Russ, as he worked his way toward us. The trouble there was the fact there was a service berry patch at our end of the fence. We got started eating berries, and talking and sort of forgot about the fence until Russ came huffing and puffing his way up the hill to catch us with berry juice running down our chins. I suppose the bear who habits the patch wasn’t happy with us when he came back that evening for supper either! We pretty much wiped out his berry patch. :)
Donna Ridgway

©Copyright 2008 by Donna Ridgway. See original post here.
To learn more about this artist, visit Donna Ridgway’s website.

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