Friday’s Hunt Feb. 26

This week’s Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills had a prompt that had me stumped. I had never heard of “Chiaroscuro” before.
Ever the curious human, and always looking for a photography challenge, I googled the term.

“Chiaroscuro” is an oil painting technique that uses strong tonal contrasts between light and dark, to create a dramatic effect.

Ahhh!! Yes, I can do this…and it was the perfect prompt for something I had been wanting to try with the Girls.
And so, here’s my offerings for this week’s Friday’s Hunt…

Starts with H

Heh. Horses. What else?

It's my Peanut Gallery!

It’s my Peanut Gallery!

Hubby was working on trying to convince Ruby that walking into the shelter on the lead rope was an easy thing for her to do. These 2 were watching (and probably laughing at) Ruby acting like she was going to die if she went into the scary black place. LOL!

Week’s Favorite

Two words for this horse when she poses…

<3

Rock.
Star.

She is absolutely perfect.

Chiaroscuro

This…

cookie-bbg-feb-2017-wm
No words…just is.
Perfection.

Friday’s Hunt Feb. 19th

What a lovely week of weather we’ve had!
It’s hard to believe it’s February. Yesterday we hit an amazing +6*c.
Sooooo nice!

The horses have been happily basking in the sunshine and the hennys have loved every second of outdoor time they’ve gotten. My birds are spoiled, they do not like to get cold, so when it’s below -15*c, I leave them in the coop. But this warmth? They’re loving boking ’round the chicken yard, snow drifts and all.

This week’s prompts are Starts with G, Week’s Favorite and Pink.
And here’s my images…

Starts with G

Who else could possibly be used for the letter G, other than my Ghost?

<3

My big, sweet, supposedly feral, TomCat.
The Kid and I worked hard on gaining this guy’s trust, and now, he’s the best barn cat ever. Even when he follows me around the Farm yard yapping up a storm. 😉

Week’s Favorite

Well, you saw that image the other day:

I love this shot so much...feral or friendly Palomino?!?

I love this shot so much…feral or friendly Palomino?!?

Definitely my favorite shot of the week.

Pink

This one is a close second though…just shot fresh this morning, with the help of The Kid.

pink-mintsMs Cookie lipping up pink mints from The Kid’s hand.
And, a huge thank you to everyone who’s been asking about her, offering wishes of good health and been checking up on us.
Thankfully, my big donkey is back to her normal, delightful self..
Eating her beet pulp happily, and scrapping with Astrid again.

Sharing for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills.

Update on My “Hard Keeper”

Of all my horses, Sable is my “hard keeper”.
When I say that, I mean:
~ it’s hard to get enough weight on her to get through the winter.
~ it’s hard to get enough calories into her so her winter coat grows as thick as she needs it.
~ she’s the first to shiver with the slightest thought of cold, damp, or wind.
~ she has more blankets than I do…

She is always the one I worry about, weight wise.
It was because of her we started daily beet pulp rations, it was because of her I started getting rolled oats from a local farmer, it is because of her I buy alfalfa cubes for extra energy on the super cold days.

This year, though, she’s been doing very well.
We get a crushed barley/wheat chop for mixing into the hennys layer crumbles, and it was the piggie’s feed…well, turns out, our Sable does well with a 1/2 cup of it in her beet pulp.

I think…

having a bit of a roll in the snow...

having a bit of a roll in the snow…

When your…

I love this shot so much...feral or friendly Palomino?!?

I love this shot so much…feral or friendly Palomino?!?

Hard Keeper’s…

so pretty!

so pretty!

ass fat shakes…

graceful...or maybe not.

graceful…or maybe not.

When she does…

lol...she's so cute.

lol…she’s so cute.

She’s doing just fine.
🙂

My Funny Farm

By now, most of you, if not all, know that Sable is our accident prone Palomino. Also known as my Bubble Wrap Girl.
She can hurt herself with out even moving.
No joke!
I’ve had her lead rope looped on the fence, her standing there sleepy, with no injuries…turned my back to grab something from the grooming kit, turn back and find blood running down her leg.
LOL!
No idea how she cut herself when she didn’t move, but she did it.

So, when she does this…

Oh, Sable...

Oh, Sable…

Sable?

Sable?

Uh, Sable? Whatcha doin'?

Uh, Sable?
Whatcha doin’?

…I worry like crazy that the Girl is going to hurt herself getting out.

And then, a couple of weeks ago, while Hubby was scraping the poop piles down with the tractor, he hit a particularly well frozen piece that shifted the tractor and the bucket cut the trough.
F.M.L.
Because now, we can’t use that trough for water come spring/summer…I have to buy a new one.
Yay…said not me.

However, it’s still fine for hay, and then, I found this blog post, where they had the brilliant idea of using the trough for chicks.
Um, yes!!
In the mean time, I had to fix the sharp edges of the cut. Because, again ^^^ Bubble Wrap Girl will climb in the trough to eat.

Armed with a hammer, pair of pliers and a couple of files, I set about to make the extra sharp gouging metal safe for the most accident prone horse I have ever met.
At first, I hammered the big pieces back into place, bent them in with the pliers, and then, had to climb into the trough itself to do the filing…after I cleaned out the hay.

Here I am, in a 6 foot, 200 gallon stock tank, trying to file sharp edges off, when Sable comes around the corner of the shelter.
And the whinnying starts.
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
She danced and pranced and whinnied like the world was ending.
It took me a minute to realize she was giving me shit for being in the trough…like I do to her.

"Excuse me, WHAT are you doing?!?" ~Sable

“Excuse me, WHAT are you doing?!?”
~Sable

Now, I’m trying to finish up while she’s standing over me, giving me trouble for doing what she’s not allowed to do…

She had her chin on my back...this was all I could see, looking up.

She had her chin on my back…this was all I could see, looking up.

And then…Ms ImaBigMamaSuck tries to climb *into* the trough with me! Surprisingly, I wasn’t having any of that. LOL!

"Mean. You are mean to me Mama. ~Sable

“Mean. You are mean to me Mama.
~Sable

Finally, I was able to get the trough fixed enough that Sable *shouldn’t* hurt herself on it…no guarantees.
It’s been several weeks though.
So far, so good.
😉

Edited to add:
Forgot to show you the fixed hole…

It's about 8 inches long, and a 1/3 of the way up the side. *sigh*

It’s about 8 inches long, and a 1/3 of the way up the side. *sigh*

Embrace the Chaos!

I’ve come to the conclusion that will be my theme for all 2017 photo shoots.

Embrace the Chaos

My attempts at calm, serene, ethereal images (much like other equine photographers capture) have gone far awry.
Y’know, for a while I was frustrated with it…but then, I thought, that’s life here. We’re not calm, serene, ethereal people, nor are our animals.
So, when I went out today to attempt some sort of heart themed photo shoot (because V-Day is coming and even though we don’t acknowledge it, I do like a themed photo shoot) and it didn’t work out like I had hoped (a horse with a thick winter coat won’t show a trimmed pattern unless you shave it into their coat. Trust me, shaving Cookie in any way ain’t gonna happen!!) I fell back on Embrace the Chaos and just took pictures…and then gave the camera to my Kid, who took 2 of today’s images.

Here we are, my offerings for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills

Starts with F

Today was a day of feet!
It was Sable’s turn to get a trim, and she was making sure Hubby did it right:

"Make sure it looks good too, Dad!" ~Sable

“Make sure it looks good too, Dad!”
~Sable

She has a thing for watching her feet being done.
She does it with Hubby.
She does it with Michele.
It’s a Bella thing. 😉

Week’s Favorite

This… ❤

<3

My Kid captured my Girl and I in a moment.

Heart

So, I wanted to cut out a heart pattern on her rump, like a My Little Pony cutie mark…didn’t work. At. All.
Lipstick on her forehead last year was much better.
Maybe I’ll do that again tomorrow…we’ll see.
Instead my Kid captured this:

Me and my SweetHeart

Me and my SweetHeart

That’ll do for heart, I believe. 🙂

How You Doin’?

Hey, how was your week?

Ours was…ah, it was a week.
Last Friday, Ms Cookie went off her feed.
Oh, she was still eating hay and drinking just fine, but she refused her beet pulp. That is so out of character for her.
There was no cinnamon, no bananas, no bread (these are all things she’s convinced will poison her) in her bucket. Just her normal soaked beet pulp and ground flax. Same thing she’s been eating for the past 2 1/2 years. Same thing she comes galloping in for…
Friday though, she refused it.
I wasn’t overly worried, because I had put a slice of banana in earlier in the week, and didn’t scrub her bucket afterwards…have I mentioned she likes her bucket spotless? Yeah, gotta scrub her bucket once a week, minimum.

Saturday though…

Came home from the stable to find her napping in the sunset.

<3

So, I went and snapped a few pictures. Then I rubbed her back and rump. She likes that. 😉
Meanwhile, The Kid had gotten the beet pulp ready and taken it out to hang up for them.
Cookie didn’t even bother getting up.

Okay, now I was beginning to worry.
Time to check pulse, temperature, gum colour…
Everything was normal.
*stumped*

Hubby brought hay to the feeders, and she got up and went to eat hay.
Ooookay…
Huh.
So, I went and got a handful of canning salt and offered it to her.
She licked a bit up off my hand, but for the most part, she wasn’t interested. But, was still eating her hay.
So, after making sure I could hear her tummy working, I left her to eat.

And that’s been my week.
Oh, toss in a nausea inducing migraine for me too.
Brought on by the stress of worrying about my big Dork, no doubt.

By Tuesday, she still hadn’t eaten more than a mouthful from her bucket, so I scrubbed it again, rinsed it with an apple cider vinegar/water solution (which I gave to the chickens 😉 ) and soaked a red solo cup of alfalfa cubes with a 1/2 cup beet pulp, and scaled her flax back to 1/2 cup.

That she ate about half of.
Still not normal, but definite improvement.
And that’s where we’re at, feed wise. More alfalfa cubes than beet pulp, flax at 1/2 cup, and she’s eating more and more of it.
Yesterday, she even picked a fight with Astrid…though, I tell ya, I think some of the problems this week have to do with Astrid throwing her weight around. Cookie is still second in the herd and Astrid doesn’t like it. So, when Cookie shows even the teeniest bit of weakness, Astrid is all over her.
Hubby’s theory is that during some asshat-ery, Cookie tweaked something, and was sore from it. Astrid jumped on it, pushing her around and jockeying for herd position. Cookie, not feeling 100% already, felt the stress of it, and went off her feed.

It does make some sense, since, as she’s eating more and more of her pail, she’s snapping at Astrid’s little pushiness movements.
Like, yesterday, she chased Astrid up the snow drift, biting her the whole way. And, when Astrid tried to come down to retaliate, Cookie bit her fetlock (that’s how tall the drift is!).

Either way, made me worry myself sick about it all.
Never a good time. 😦

Edited to add:
She hasn’t refused all food. She’s been eating her hay like normal, she’s been drinking just fine, and things are coming out the other end as they should be.
It’s her daily pail of beet pulp that she was refusing.
She hasn’t lost weight, and yes, she’s been seen by the vet. 🙂

Napping and ignoring The Kid. ;)

Napping and ignoring The Kid. 😉

"Ugh. Child woke me from my nap!" ~Cookie

“Ugh. Child woke me from my nap!”
~Cookie

I Made it to “E”

Not too bad.
I’m 1/5th(ish) the way through the alphabet. Might make it to the end yet. 😉

This week’s prompts are Starts with E, Week’s Favorite, and Personal.

Starts with E

Who better than Erik the Viking?

Erik!!

Erik!!

He’s Nancy’s brother…the one who stayed outside. You can tell he’s a Ghost baby because of those eyes. Ghost throws babies with the same yellow eyes he has. ❤

Erik earned his name being a ‘fraidy cat.
To be fair, when his Mama left his siblings (Nancy, Robin, Suzie(used to be Sophie) and Baby) we didn’t know Erik had survived.
It was a huge surprise when he and his brother Thorfinn showed up out of nowhere.
First few times we caught Erik (and keep in mind, he was maybe 6 months old) he pooped himself. Flat out dropped a cat load.
I decided he needed a good, fierce warrior name to overcome the shame of crapping his cat pants.
He became Erik the Viking.
And yes, I use his full name when I call him. 😉
Just so he remembers his fierceness.

Week’s Favorite

Silly Palomino!

Silly Palomino!

That’s our long-necked Blonde Girl…head over the fence to lick snow on the other side. Why? Just because she can.

Personal

My personal favorite this week comes from another sunset shoot.

<3

Sharing for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills.