Brian
beano77.bsky.social
Brian
@beano77.bsky.social
Woke since 1946. Retired and now take care of my sister’s 7 rescued horses. I’m getting old and I don’t respond to personal messages. Remembering the 1950s and 60s, women and minorities were respected a lot less than they are now. I don’t want to go back.
Normal view of Rainier. Before GPS I used her to navigate. If there was overcast I might get lost.
Her name used to be Tahoma and she was married.
November 20, 2025 at 2:12 AM
Telephoto shot of Mount Rainier.
November 20, 2025 at 2:03 AM
My dear Willow. She showed me she knows how to open a pen. She’s always delightful and so gentle.
November 20, 2025 at 2:00 AM
Cats watching me work.
November 19, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Kitto.
November 18, 2025 at 4:55 PM
A horse did this. Surely they can’t spell hay.
November 16, 2025 at 9:17 PM
Just married. Scaring crows now.
November 15, 2025 at 5:06 AM
When Calypso got this blanket she ran from the other horses then admired it greatly. When she was a baby I was very careful and asked permission to touch a new blanket or she’d put up a fight.
November 12, 2025 at 6:02 AM
1918. My great aunt Lydia was in the Royal Flying Corp.
their uniforms are mixed because that year they became the Royal Air force.
November 12, 2025 at 2:33 AM
Willow listening to music.
November 11, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Hayla told me I was away too long, over a week. She needed more and more attention.
November 10, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Willow was wild when rescued along with many others. It was a race against time. I had to get them to accept me quickly so they could get proper treatment. Willow was the last holdout. After a week of me being kind to the other horses she ran to me pushing other horses away so she could get a kiss.
November 10, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Willow is far more important than I am. She stand still and waits for me to walk to her.
November 10, 2025 at 12:43 AM
Sister is sweet.
November 10, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Headquarters.
November 8, 2025 at 4:34 AM
What up? This is my car now.
November 7, 2025 at 3:27 AM
When I stumble across some of my thousands of photos I see wonderful memories. Bramble was an extreme rescue from a kill pen. She was. Kiger Mustang, a type of wild horse. Immediately she took over the herd to teach them many things. Bramble used to ring a bell so I’d come and say goodnight. ❤️
November 5, 2025 at 10:39 PM
Halloween 1957. I was a British Royal Navy fighter pilot with mustache and dueling scar. It was like a paramilitary operation. Anything less than 2 bags full of candy was shameful.
November 1, 2025 at 2:36 AM
Good morning.
October 30, 2025 at 3:18 PM
One more day then I’m home for a few.
October 30, 2025 at 4:08 AM
Bruiser wants the new cats gone. Years ago he chased off all the cats he was rescued with. I let him in to see them but he just menaced them. He stopped eating and camped outside their window.
Today he was around the front of the house. I offered him some different food and he was insulted!
October 30, 2025 at 2:52 AM
Sister is the only horse who stops eating hay to come back to touch my hand with her nose.
October 28, 2025 at 9:02 PM
The other horses do not approve of Hayla playing in the water.
October 22, 2025 at 11:45 PM
Calypso thinks I have grass in my pockets for her and she’s right. The gate was mangled by a powerful mare, Willow. She got excited and it bent like a wet noodle.
October 22, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Willow has been like a mother to Bubby. She kept him out of trouble when he was young hoodlum. I wonder what she was communicating. He was focused.
October 22, 2025 at 2:34 AM