Yesterday we went and loaded up the family horse-cart and went to the magic picture show. We went to watch the latest Pixar masterpiece, "Brave". It is a charming and hilarious romp through ancient Scotland, complete with kilt jokes, caber tossing, giant bears, wild red hair, blue-painted charmers, and awesome Scottish burrs (that accent). Merida (don't forget to roll those "rrrrr's")is a wild-haired redhead with a voice to melt hearts. She is the epitome of independence (or so she thinks). Master archer, flawless horsewoman. and gifted horse-archer (archer and horse-archer are two VERY different arts). She doesn't want to marry yet, her Mom, the Queen, wants her to. After many comic adventures, some drama, and life's lessons learned, we reach the end, and the movie is over. Well worth the money spent. But this isn't about the movie. It's about Merida. Which is what my 7 year old daughter told me we SHOULD have named her.
We live on a farm. We shoot, we raise horses, we farm a bit, and we live the life outdoors. This morning, Merida woke up, emptied the hall closet all over the floor, and dug out the old kid's bow and arrows, and wanted to go outside. She asked my wife "Mommy, do you think I can learn to shoot off of Chris (one of our horses) by the end of the day, or will it take longer than that?" So, today is archery lessons for Merida (Marie), who has already lost two of the three arrows we had. well, I can't talk now! I'm off to buy more arrows. Oh, and bunny formula and nipples. Bear (my dog) brought my wife some 6 day-old baby wild bunnies. We found the nest, returned them, and fenced it off so that mommy can return. But in case, we need to be able to feed them until they can care for themselves (5-6 weeks). Farm life is sooooo much fun!