A couple evenings ago we saw an owl in one of the trees. I took a crappy pic, its in the comments... we watched it swoop into the pasture after something, while it was eating our mini stallion is a curious fellow so he walked towards the owl to check it out.
Obviously the owl took off. We thought that was it until we saw 2 owls later sitting on the telephone pole on the other side of the house.
Last night one of those owls grabbed a skunk, which sprayed in front if our house and took it next door to my mom's roof. Hahaa. So she got the wonderful aroma of skunk as well.
It then continued to sit upon thar poll screeching anytime we went outside.
Due to our wonderful visitor, we are now putting the chickens up much earlier. He can't have them, but I'm grateful he's picking off the skunks... and hopefully the gophers too.
Rowdy wanted to play and Ronin was too busy sniffing and peeing on everything....
Not sure I want to share on fb. Lots of changes happening, some things in limbo. Been a roller coaster for a few weeks now.
Today was a magical day in the pasture! Rowdy was having the time of her life doing zoomies. Watching her race around, and tail flying, was pure joy.
Seeing her play reminds us of the simple pleasures in life. If you need a smile today, just picture her galloping, full of energy and spirit. 💖
Hi, I just rewrote my about page. Wrote it last week and lost it. 🙄
You can view it here:
https://zaviasstudio.locals.com/about
I'm looking forward to playing around in this space and getting to know you.
My short trip to Vegas showed me something I hadn’t fully seen before, my drinking hasn’t been about fun. It’s been about escape. Not from people. Not from family. But from a place that feels like it's slowly suffocating my spirit.
In Vegas, I laughed, danced, wandered, felt inspired… all without a single drop of alcohol. Why? Because the environment fed me instead of draining me.
It wasn’t the booze I craved. It was aliveness.
Now I see it clearly: when the soul-starving stops, the self-medicating does too.
So I did a thing…
Back in the day, I used to ride a Ninja. Then life happened.... a move across two states forced a decision: ride it all the way there or sell. I sold it, thinking I’d be back in the saddle soon after settling in.
Yeah… “soon” turned into 20 years.
But guess who’s back on two wheels?
Here’s to rediscovering freedom, one ride at a time.
And may my stress be taken away… like Calgon, but louder and with a little more throttle. 🏍️✨
