Eat, play, love

Yesterday, I tried to describe the average playdate between the herds of Morning Bray Farm and the 7MSN. 

I got as far as lunchtime. We resume our story as Hank and I open the barn doors to release the wild beasts into the pasture.

I've already shared this picture of Bernard jumping for joy, but it cracks me up 

so you have to look at it again.

Ellsworth is next out of the barn. I'm sure his form is equally as magnificent as Bernard's, 

but somebody wasn't quick enough with the shutter.

Patrick: Wait for me!

As expected, the MBF boys turn feral and run off. Will we ever see them again? 

We decide to worry about that after lunch. 

I was too busy eating to take pictures, but the average playdate meal
includes this or this (cooked overnight in the garage so the smell doesn't wake me up), 

served on rolls made from this.

Anyway, lunch is over and Justina, Don and I climb into the Ranger safari-mobile in search of our wild animals.

We first spot Miss Lucy, in hot pursuit of her boyfriend.

Make that boyfriends. 

Bernard is in the lead, followed by Ellsworth, Patrick, and George, with Lucy desperate to catch up.

Lucy surges ahead, bypassing Ellsworth and George for the sweet young things in front.

Shame on you, Lucy.

But where's Alan?

Here he comes. Apparently he got distracted by an irresistable blade of grass.

The afternoon progresses and our safari driver takes us deep into the jungle,

where we encounter various species, including the elusive asinus bratius.

Out on the savannah, our safari driver naps while Hank eats, Ellsworth explores, and Justina and I

kick cactus.
Hard to say who is having the most fun.

I try for a group shot and get no cooperation whatsoever.

Then the afternoon fades away and we all come to the sad realization that the playdate must come to an end.

Smooch tries to kiss the boys goodbye.

And we bid adieu to our friends until the next time.