Watered Down

“…I take the corners, slower and steady
This chip on my shoulder, it ain’t so heavy anymore

We still fly like gypsies
Just a little closer to the ground
And we still love our whiskey
But now it’s just a little watered down…”

“…Those old ghosts still chase me
But feels like they’re losing ground
Yeah I’m still crazy
But now I’m just a little watered down…”

~ Trace Adkins

Friday’s Hunt May28th

Yet another day of rain.
Last weekend it rained for 2 days straight, and we didn’t get the garden tilled.
Yesterday, we were at the Stable, and by the time we got home, it was too late for yard work…well, once chores were done…and I was ready for wine.
So, tilling got shoved off to today. And now? Rain.
*sigh*

Next week, after work, we’ll have to get it done. I have tomatoes, and peppers that need a big dirt place to grow. πŸ˜‰
They’re out-growing their little pots, and ready to branch out.
Oh, and The Kid’s sunflowers are already 2 feet tall…in the house.
lol
We need to get things planted…
We’ll get there.

This week’s prompts for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills are Starts with U, Week’s Favorite, and Kids.
I’ll also be sharing this with The Daily Post, who’s prompt today is Radiate.

Starts with U

It can be difficult to come up with an idea for U…
Luckily, I was out taking pictures behind the barn at the Stable yesterday, and the sky was a gorgeous blue…shades of ultramarine perhaps?
Maybe I’m grasping at straws with the colour.
Henry sure looks upset with Remus…they were just playing though.
Horses don’t always play nice. Oft times teeth and hooves are involved…and sometimes the photographer (me!) is lucky enough to capture the shot.

Remus (left) and Henry

As an aside, Henry was the very first horse The Kid rode at the Stable…she fell head over heels in love with him and we started down our path of horses. All this *waves arms around her* can be blamed on the delightfully silly black gelding.
Not that I’m complaining. πŸ˜‰

Week’s Favorite

Tough one this week.
I had a very good week with my camera.
Yay!!
So, I’ll give y’all these 2:

Waking up from a nap…

We’re having tea together in the mornings.
Every spring, with the planting going on around us, she has allergy issues with her eyes. So, we share a cup of sweet tea while I use the cooled tea bag to clean the crusties out of her eyes.
In the fall, with the harvest, we’ll do it all over again.

I love this one… ❀

All the dust is from our neighbours, who have a race track in the back of their property. They race beater cars for fun on Friday and Saturday nights.
It’s all in good fun, and the dust makes for a grand back drop for black horses. If you look close, she has 1 long piece of hay hanging out of her mouth…she carried that with her from the west side of the pasture, trotting around in a tizzy because of the cars on the track…a 1/2 mile away.
Silly horse. πŸ˜‰

Kids

I always call my horses 1200lb toddlers.
Horses are just like kids.
Yesterday at the barn, Marty, that adorable little paint gelding, showed just how much like kids horses really can be…
Every day, the horses are brought back into the barn for their grain, and to be tucked in for the night.
It’s been beautiful out this past week, so they’ve been staying out later and later, and wanting to come in less and less.
Poor Marty, the last thing he wanted to do was to come in…

“I’m just eating this bit of grass here first, ‘kay?”
~Marty

And then, when the stablehand went to get him, he turned around and trotted back out to his corral…where he discovered everyone else had already come in for their grain.
LOL!
So he turned and reluctantly came in and went to his stall.
He was just like a little kid crying “I don’t wanna go to bed!”

And finally, another favorite from the week:

Cookie practices her unicorn poses as the sun rises.

“People are influenced by what we are, what we radiate.
This has greater appeal than what we say.”
~Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

She has most definitely been radiating peace and calm energies lately.
That is a wonderful thing. ❀

Friday’s Hunt May 21st

It is the May long weekend in Canada…
Which can only mean one thing:
Even though there are plans to work outside, get the garden ready, work with ponies and have a few wobbly pops on the deck, it’s raining.
May long weekend is notorious for giving us super crappy weather.
And yet, we love it here…we must be crazy. πŸ˜‰
I will admit, I was hopeful that the bad weather would miss us.
Though to be fair, the pasture can use the rain. I just would have preferred tomorrow.

This week’s prompts for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills are Starts with T, Week’s Favorite, and Food.

Starts with T

Ah, my TroubleCat.

He’s such a handsome boy…and he has benefited greatly from the neutering. He’s always been a friendly, lovey dovey cat. That just goes with being handled and loved on from the day you’re born…but, he’s also been the top cat in the barn yard and with the testosterone raging, he beat the tar out of every other male cat around. Fixed or not.
I’m 99.9% sure he’s the cause of Ghost’s face injury (which is almost 100% healed.)
Now, there are no unfixed boys (or girls) and we have feline peace.
It’s lovely!

Week’s Favorite

You guys saw this one in the Basking post:

The Cookie

My sweetheart ❀
She turns 12 today.
Unfortunately, the planned photo shoot didn’t happen due to the rain, but once we have sunshine again, it will go.
I have a lovely Happy 12th Birthday shoot in mind. πŸ˜‰

Food

They aren’t yet, but, we are raising them to be:

Bacon Bits 2017

This is our brave piglet…

This one ^^^…heh…she’s brave girl all right! She likes to chuff and bark at me, trying to convince me to leave the pig yard. She’s also the first one to come running for the milk bucket, so maybe the sounds are to tell me she’d like more milk. lol.
She’s a cute girlie, that’s for sure.

It looks like this year’s naming theme is going to be singers.
Once we have each piglet with a name, I’ll photograph and formally introduce them.
Yes, we name our food.
Why?
Because…

Happy food tastes better.

Really, Black Horse? Really?!?

Remember the mohawk?

Here’s a pictorial of how that came about, and why I simply maintain it now:

Eating dandelions

There are dandelions in the pasture…she has no qualms about sticking her big fat head out the fence to eat the ones on the other side…maybe they’re yellower? πŸ˜‰
It’s not like she’s stuck her head out and balanced on the edge of a precipice…its flat land for miles around…what’s the big deal, right?

Nom, nom, nom…dandys!

Oh, but now Mama’s yelling…it’s the old standby-and she’s disappointed if I don’t yell at her…

Get your big fat f***ing head…

Back inside that fence or I’m going to…

Kick your giant f***ing ass all the way to your giant f***ing ears!!!

Oh, the smug satisfaction of Mama yelling at her…she loves every second of it.

That’s my special Girl.

Friday’s Hunt May 14th

Happy Mother’s Day.

If your kids have 2 feet or 4 feet…
If your kids are no longer with you, for any reason…
If motherhood in your world is complicated…
If you’re the picture perfect Mama…

Happy Mother’s Day.

I see you. ❀
I feel you. ❀
I love you. ❀
Thank you for all you do.
You got this. ❀

Happy Mother’s Day.

This week’s prompts for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills are Starts with S, Week’s Favorite, and Family.

Starts with S

Hmmm, I don’t know what we could use for S…
Might be too hard of a prompt for me. πŸ˜‰
LOL!
Of course, starts with s would have to be our dear sweet Sable.

Someone once asked me if I was going to dedicate myself to the service of Epona since I have horses… I said, “Since I have horses, I am already in Her service.”

Our amazing golden Girl, who someone dropped at auction with no explanation why, but we were Blessed to meet and fall in love with.
She is meant to be here.

Week’s Favorite

Another one who is meant to be here…
He came here from who knows where, feral and frightened of all humans.
It took The Kid and I near onto 2 years to convince him that humans can be trusted. He’s become my FarmYard pal, following me all over, talking up a storm. We just recently got him neutered, so he’ll stop heeding the call to find a willing female to spread his rugged handsomeness around the community. πŸ˜‰

Ghost

Dang, the boy knows how to pose for a picture.
He’s so good-looking!

Family

Here we have Miss Xena…

 

This little missy is one of 3 of Ghost’s kittens who are still here.
Of our 5 remaining barn cats, 4 are family, and 2 in the house are related as well (Nancy and Daisy Mae).
Xena is a fantastic huntress.
This kitty took down a seagull on her own!
Of course, all the Ghost babies seem to have skill hunting…
Xena with gulls, Gabrielle is an expert with rodents, and Trouble?
Yeah, Trouble has taken down smaller geese.

That’s pretty darn amazing!

Friday Morning

When I stepped out the door onto the deck this morning, I was greeted with this sight:

The Cookie napping in the early morning sunshine.

As always, I call a quiet “Good Morning Ms Cookie” to her and get the ear flick that says “I’m sleeping, but I know you’re there”.
Normally, that good morning call means the other 3 come out of wherever they are. It’s rare that the Girls don’t come to the sound of my voice.
This morning though, no Sable, no Astrid, no Ruby.

Huh.
That’s odd.
But Cookie isn’t upset or acting strange so I chalk it up to they’re in the willows or up at the pine in the back of the pasture and go on with my morning chores.
I let out the hennys, I throw a flake of hay out for the Girls, I open up the piggies shelter (we have this years Bacon Bits on the Farm!! pictures soon, I promise!) and still the other 3 haven’t appeared.
Hmmm…so I’m thinking I oughta go find them.
It’s been 25ish minutes of me puttering around the Farm-yard and they haven’t appeared.

So, I pop into the house, grab my camera thinking that I might find a bird or two to photograph in the pasture, and set out to find my other 3…

Here’s what I found:

Beside the fence, hidden behind an old straw bale…all 3, sleeping in the sunshine.

The 3 of them decided that laying down sleep was needed and left The Cookie to stand guard.

You can only see a hint of Sable’s mane behind that straw bale there…but she’s there. πŸ˜‰

Poor tired ponies and their sunshine filled jello-like bones.
Rough life they have, I tell ya!
Happy weekend, friends.
πŸ™‚