As I was finishing my morning barn chores one day last week, I saw an unusual, loud, slow moving aircraft circling our property. I've seen an ultralight plane fly over once in awhile, but this was very different. It was small, bright yellow and had a rotor much like a helicopter.
A few days later my husband received this photo taken by a friend of ours who was riding in that odd little craft which I now know was a
gyrocopter.
You can see me walking back to the house. Too bad the horses aren't in the picture, but they were in the barn happily chowing down on their breakfast hay.
Can you see my horse trailer, discreetly parked behind the house? It's a big pain to back it around the corner, but that's the place where I must park it in order to comply with our rigid homeowner's association rules.
You can see the circle in the front where I lunged Misty this summer before the grass got too dry and she started slipping on it. I really want a round pen. That would be a good place to put one, but alas, our snooty homeowners association won't allow a round pen at the front of the property. I might be able to put one in the pasture, but it would require some costly excavation.
Don't be alarmed. We haven't buried anyone in our backyard. (That would also be a violation of homeowner association rules). That's just our septic tank buried in what looks like a grave.
