Rescue Journal

Barnyard serenade

Jean  ·  Feb. 16, 2007

I'm not as creative as Carol making up words to the Mr Ed song, but in my current "happy springtime" mood I was belting out my best rendition of "There's a bluebird on my windowsill" as I prepared to feed the barn guys tonight. Tunie was singing along, her happy little tail swaying back and forth like a metronome.

I could hear the other animals noisily adding to the chorus from their stalls, but I thought it was just the dinner orders pouring in. I gave Swinger and Gideon their feed and went back for the next two dishes.

As I emerged from Tunie's stall with dishes three and four, still singing joyfully and loudly, all the animals including the feeding Swinger and Gideon raised their heads and joined in with their whinneys and neighs and hee-haws and baas, their very own rendition of a barnyard serenade. Carl was the only one not singing, but he was right in the middle of things, long neck swaying like a conductor's baton. We finished off the song and then they returned to their feed.

It wasn't until later that it occured to me that they might not have been singing along but merely trying to drown me out. Either way, it served its purpose because I was laughing too darn hard to sing another round.