Inspired by Megan's recent post involving plastic bags, fans and koosh balls, and the well known fact that Bobby loves dressing up, I borrowed/stole an old feather boa that was my sisters, and hauled it out to the barn.
Cause who doesn't love three feet of dyed pink chicken/turkey fluff??
Apparently, not everyone.
It was incredibly windy, and Tesla really tried....as long as it was resting on a bush, I could get her to touch it with her nose, but in my hand...
|What is that monstrosity?!?|
Which obviously means I need to bring it out MOAR to the barn :)
and it will be good practice for all the terrifying shiny satin we plan to win in the future, yes?