Interesting Times

We are living in interesting times, are we not?

No matter how one feels about what’s going on, one thing is for sure, we are divided.
And we’ve allowed ourselves to be…for the good of all, we’re told.
But really, who benefits if we the people are isolated from one another, scared of what’s coming, and turning on each other?
Only 1 entity.
The same one who has set up snitch lines so that the good folks following all the proper “social distancing” protocols can snitch on anyone who may not be doing as they’re told.

Now, don’t think I’m taking this virus thing lightly.
I’m not.
At the same time though, I’m not buying 100% of what the govts are selling us either.
And I think there are going to be some seriously scary things coming down the road from those same govts…and if we’re divided now, we’re going to happily hand the Keys to the Kingdom over when it does.

But

That’s not what this post is about.
This is about our language and taking back, at least some of, our Power from the govts.
From the fear.
Over at Claire Wolfe’s blog, this graphic was shared…with permission/encouragement to share further.

I think it’s important that we remember the Power of words.
We’ve given the govts, and the fear, too much of our Power.
It’s time to take back our Power.
Starting with the Power of our words.

December 2019

Whew, what a month it’s been!
Grab a coffee and let me tell you about it…

When we last posted (not including yesterday), I mentioned that The Kid had her wisdom teeth out and was working on recovery.
Yeah…
About that…

On the Thursday a week after having them out, she mentions to me things ain’t feeling right…so we get a hold of the dentist office, who fits her in on a Saturday to see what’s going on.
We are then sent off to the local E.R to see an on-call oral surgeon.
There, under local freezing, they open up her gums, scrape out the pus and infection…oh, and find two chunks of tooth left behind by the original surgeon who took out the wisdom teeth.
All under local…which doesn’t always take in infected gum tissue.
So you imagine what kind of pain my poor Kiddo was in as they cut and scraped inside her mouth…
😥
Then, they sent her home with heavy duty antibiotics and pain meds.
With an appointment for Tuesday to see how she was doing.

That’s when things got even more…interesting.
She saw the two docs who worked on her Saturday.
They said “we need the big boss to come consult” and with that, she was admitted on the spot for emerg. surgery to clean out and drain the infection.

Remember, this was all from what was supposed to be routine wisdom tooth removal.

There was a lot of hurry up and wait as we were shuttled ’round from oral surgery to admitting to day surgery, until finally around 6ish, she was taken to the operating room.
Hardest thing ever, to have to walk away as docs were getting ready to wheel my Baby into a room where I couldn’t be to put her fully asleep and operate on her…
The next 4 days were a lot of pain meds, lack of sleep, tons of antibiotics, a drain in her neck, and a whole lot of healing.
By Friday she was declared well enough to go home.
YAY!!

We were both super happy about that, because she hated being there (can’t blame her even a little bit) and I really wanted to sleep somewhere other than in a straight backed hard assed chair.
😂😂😂
But seriously guys, I was not leaving her alone in the hospital.
She could barely talk, and she was scared.
She needed support, and I was absolutely going to be there for her.

Amazing friends helped out so that Hubby could be there during the day too…hospital parking is mind bogglingly expensive, and with him already taking days off to be our support person and care for the Farm, having help from our friends was invaluable.
Hubby left the truck with them during the day, and they shuttled him back and forth to the hospital from their place.
So not only did we not have to worry about parking, but, we didn’t have to worry about the truck being parked in a less than stellar area…it’s really not uncommon for vehicles to be broken into all around the hospital.
😡

But anyways, by Friday we were able to spring The Kid from hospital jail, with another appointment to be seen for followup 4 days later.

So the weekend saw her taking over the xbox, finally able to drink coffee (this was awesome to see!!) and slowly starting to eat more and more solid foods.
Lots of sleeping, pain meds, antibiotics and a whole bunch of frustrations…
Let me tell you, it’s hard as fuck being an active person who suddenly gets tired just walking to the bathroom.
It’s hard as fuck seeing your Baby go through this too…

Things improved though, and with her first follow up appt. (after a bit of a panic attack because she had to return to the hospital for it and things were not good last time she was there) the docs were extremely happy with her healing progress.
So we set another followup appt for a week later, and took her home. ❤

That appt was the 20th and after an hour and half wait, we finally saw the doc.
He examined her and told us she was healing exceptionally well and that she was being released from the surgical aftercare program.
Hallelujah!

She has continued to heal properly and is finally able to eat almost normal.
There are, of course, things she doesn’t want to eat because it was all she could manage before the emerg. surgery.
There are also things she’s worried about eating because of the holes still healing from the tooth removal.
So it’s been fun and challenging getting her fed.
lol
But we’re getting there.
She’s healing and her spirits are a million times better.
That’s all that matters.
🙂

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In the midst of all this going on, we still had to keep things running smooth on the Farm.
And before things went south, I had gotten a text from our Hay Guy about a couple oat straw round bales.
See, oat straw is a fantastic hay extender.
It’s safe for the nags to chew on, lay in, and generally enjoy.
I hadn’t gotten any oat straw off our field because of the unbelievable rains we experienced end of harvest season, and there wasn’t any near by to be bought for less than gold prices.
So I had mentioned during out hay delivery that I was looking, but our Guy said he only had wheat bales the same size as our hay bales.
I said I’d take 4 if he could spare them.
Better than nothing and with enough water going in, the dreaded horse owner “C” word shouldn’t be an issue.
Then, out of the blue a few weeks later, he tells me he’s got access to 2 rounds of oat straw if we’re still looking, and the price was incredibly reasonable.
YES!!

And then my Kid ends up in the hospital…
But, our Hay Guy is a Good Human and the bales were still available when we were able to get them.
In the middle of an ice storm we had no idea was happening, Hubby hooks up our trailer and goes to pick them up, while I’m home with The Kid…

Lookit them bitches dancing in the background!!
They *know* them rounds are for them!
😂😂😂

We were also going into a week of cold, shit weather, so Hubby gave ’em one to enjoy…

“Not exactly sure what happened to that bale, but I’m exactly sure it was Sable’s fault!”
~ Ruby

And enjoy it they did!!

Ahhhhhh, nap time!!

Oh yeah…this is good, Food Lady!!

The weather is lovely now…quite nicely above seasonal temperatures, and the Merry Mares are *still* enjoying the exploded bale. 😉
With the nice weather we culled a few roosters, leaving 2 from the Original 18 hatch to continue working.

This guy is named “Replacement”.
He thinks he owns the place.
lol

Fred

Fred is the white fellow sitting (the other one turned out to be a pullet).
Originally I didn’t care for his looks, but as he’s grown, he’s turned out to be rather handsome.
And he’s not an asshole.
The Highlander was an asshole.
He was culled…because a rooster trying to attack my face while I collect eggs becomes soup.
No questions asked.
So Fred and Replacement have the winter and spring for sure to work on flock regeneration with the hens.

So that’s where we’re at for now…
I have some more pictures to share over the next couple of days, and then there’ll be the big year end post for New Year’s Eve.
I am quite ready for a new year.
🙂

Holy December 18th Already!!

Time flies when you’re having fun…
Or working your ass off.
😂😂😂

Since I last posted…

~Hubby filled his deer tag. So I took 2 days to process her for the freezer, make soups for the shelf, make cat food for the outdoor cats…
~I happily photographed the Christmas photos for charity at the stable my Kid takes lessons at.
~We waited on pins and needles while Hubby’s work negotiated a new contract with the union…and after the first offer was rejected and a strike vote called, we worried about what that would mean for us…thankfully, a second offer was accepted and we now have a contract.
~I continued to put jars of food up on the shelf…and still have more to do. I tell ya, no such thing as “canning season” ’round here!
~We finished sending everyone to Freezer Camp that was meant to go there. Pigs, chickens, ducks, and 2 deer fill our freezers beautifully for the winter. And I currently have a huge pot of duck stock going on the stove so I can put up jars of duck soup.

Oh, and my oven element crapped out…
It’s an easy fix, once I find the part # and send Hubby shopping.
Just need time to do that. 😉

We took Ruby’s Inner Unicorn on a road trip…
We call her “DecoyRuby”.
Ruby needs a decoy to travel so that no one steals the majesty that is The Painted Unicorn. Plus, with a decoy, she can stay home and guard her food.

On the road again…

While out and about she found a kissing booth, with the cutest little guy hanging out in it.

“Oh, hello Handsome!”

He wasn’t impressed with her majesticness, and didn’t want anything to do with her.

See?
How adorable is he?

No wonder DecoyRuby was smitten with him!

BUT WAIT!!!

Let’s not forget about this:


When you get a couple of photographers together with some crazy (in a good way) horse ladies, some handsome young fellas and some super lucky horses, this ^^^ is what happens…

And, y’all can get you one, for the amazingly low price of $20 (plus shipping, if needed). All monies go towards health care and food for the equines.
Go to the Blackbird Ranch Equine Rescue and Rehab page on FB (where there are previews of the images inside) and order yourself one…
Trust me, you need this calendar in your life!
🙂

The Other Side

They loved him
Like he was their own
In truth
They love all their charges
Like their own
When he said “It’s time”
And the light dimmed
In his eye
They loved him enough
To say goodbye
Holding him close
As he crossed over to
The Other Side

 

inspired by, and dedicated to, the good folks at Blackbird Ranch Equine Rescue and Rehab.

If you have planned giving at Yule, or any other time, please consider sending some $$$ their way.
They do amazing work for equines.
They are who we adopted my Cookie, Ruby and Sable from.
We here at Midnight Calico Farm are huge supporters, and we ❤ them.

Or buy their new calender coming out…it’s pretty darn awesome.
Y’all even know one of the photographers who worked on it. 😉
Blackbird Calender

 

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Monday Morning Roundup~Aug. 27th

So, I fell off the face of the earth for a bit there.
Mostly because I’ve been busy.
Y’see, the garden is producing, and someone has to put it up for the winter…because, yes, winter is coming.

I pulled out the pressure canner.
If you heard an excited, high pitched “Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” last week, well, that was me.
🙂

It’s been 5 far too long years since I put food in jars for the shelves.
This year, I was determined to get back at it.
And I have!
So far, just green beans, but today I’ve got potatoes going into the canner, and once we butcher the meaties, I’ll be using backs and scraps for home-grown chicken soup.
And, I need to send Hubby to the mushroom farm, because one can never have enough home canned mushrooms!
Then, there’s kidney beans, and chick peas and pork and beans to make…

I’ve missed this.
Back when we were in the city, it was a normal year for me to put up 400 or so jars of food a year.
I want to surpass that out here!
I feel like, I have all this space to grow stuff, I need to be better prepared for life’s little bumps and bruises that slow us down on the way.
That mindset got lost for a little while, but now, I’m back to it…and it feels soooooo good!

The past week, I’ve also been tending to the wines.
I finally got my blueberry/pomegranate kit bottled.
The 2nd round of green tomato (which is likely going to end up a blush wine instead of a white this time) has been stabilized and is now clearing. It is so tasty. Still young, so a bit fiery, but the first one was the same way. With a little age, it turned into a stunningly good wine.

And then, Hubby brought home 50lbs of apples someone gave him at work. Not deadfall, lovely hand-picked eating apples.
So I started a batch of apple wine…because hey, free fruit? Yeah, I’ll ferment that!

And then there’s the planning for next year’s garden. Already.
In the next month or two, it’ll be time to get the fall garlic in.
I’m thinking about what worked this year, what didn’t work, and what we need to grow more of next year.
Plus, there’s that darn fence to get done!
So much to do, so little time to do it.
lol

Now, for those who have been wondering…

Our Sable.

She’s been off the previcox for 2 weeks now.
I keep saying this…we are cautiously and quietly optimistic.
She’s eating very well, she’s gained back the weight she lost during her sickness, and she’s still getting a flax cookie daily…because she loves them and we love her.

That’s all the news for today…
It doesn’t sound like I’ve been all that busy when I write it here, but I’m going from before sunrise until well after sunset, so I’m either spinning my wheels or maybe I might be getting somewhere.
I’ll let you know.
😉

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Thankful Thursday

Things I am thankful for this week:

Sable eating her cookie…with previcox hidden inside. 😉

a. Flax/apple cookies.
They make giving her a pill soooooo much easier.

Eating a bouquet of alfalfa flowers…

2. Fancy molasses. And oats.
Since she’s been on antibiotic pills instead of shots, we’ve had to be creative with getting them into her.
Without a fight, that is.
Molasses and oats in her beet pulp, with her ground up pills and it all gets slurped up in record time.

Trying to steal Ruby’s alfalfa bouquet…

c. She’s feeling better.
A whole lot better.
But, she’s also coming onto the last couple of days of antibiotics and I’m nervous about whether or not she’s going to stay better or relapse…

Garden tomatoes…

d. Fresh tomatoes from the garden.
This is the biggest haul of red tomatoes we’ve had since we moved to the Farm. It’s been challenging (to say the least) the get the garden off the ground. Especially since I had the whole technique down pat in the city…
It’s getting better every year, and that’s something to be thankful for.

Astrid enjoying her flowers while Ruby looks on…

5. Finally, these 2 jokers.
Because as hard as last Friday was, Astrid was right there to comfort Sable and make sure she was okay.
Thankfully, our vet was understanding about herd bound fools and as long as she was out of the way, she could stay.
And Ruby has been *my* rock while Sable was sick.
When your normal leaning rock of a horse needs to lean on you for a while and you need to lean somewhere too, well it was nice Ol’ Painty Face stepped up and let me use her to brush out some stress and anxiety on…

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Back on Meds

Oh this horse…

❤ Sable

Back on the 17th I told y’all she was doing much better, and that she was pretty much 100%
Yeah, well…
I spoke too soon.
Her tmj (temporomandibular joint) swelled up over night to the size of a grapefruit, and she was having trouble eating again.
So, I put a call in to the vet…we discussed how the antibiotics had previously made a huge difference, how she had been doing much better, and how it had come back.
And so, back on the meds Sable went.

Today is the last day of an 8 day course, and I’ve been playing telephone tag with her vet to figure out what our next step is.
Whether she’s going to get more antibiotics (the swelling has gone from grapefruit to small mandarin orange size) or have her teeth floated and then more antibiotics…
I don’t know.

What I do know is my poor sweet mare is just so over getting needled every day.
Even with rotating injection sites, she’s had enough…
So as frustrated as I am with this whole thing, I have to remember that she’s the one getting poked and prodded and needled, and that it’s wearing on her.
And she still needs her teeth done.

Remember how I said waaaaay back, earlier this year, that I planned on buying a new (to me) camera? That I was setting a little money aside here and there from projects I was doing?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

All that money has gone into the Palomino Princess.
Once the emergency fund took the hit, the next amount of money had to come from somewhere.
lol
Dang horses.
I swear, one day, I’ll have a new (to me) camera.
😂😂

But for now, we’ll just work on getting Cinder-Bella healthy.