Fancy was a clown. She was always into something. Her favorite trick was to find a stick or something and bang it against the fence to see how much noise she could make. She opened gates. Loved to visit everyone and to ride in the car.
She was seldom bred because of her udder, but, at 8, she had an unplanned daliance with my new Nigerian buck. The resluting quads became the start of my MiniMancha herd. Fancy still has several multiple great grandchildren here at Spiritwind.
I still miss her everytime I enter the barn.
Do Not Stand and WeepDo not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow. I am the diamond glint on newly fallen snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the soft and gentle autumn rain. When you wake from sleep in the early morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft, starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep.