Holy Moly folks!
Today is our 4 year blogaversary.
4 years of rambling about this Farm life.
4 years of pictures…we’re just starting to run out of storage space.
Hehe. I may have to spring for a paid account soon. 😉

Here’s a few pictures to celebrate 4 years…

Mr. RainyDay Duck

Such a handsome, cheeky duck.
I’m telling ya, ducks rock!
Chickens are fun, but ducks have way more personality…at least, my 2 do.
That’s why they’re permanent residents. They’ll get girlfriends in the spring, so that we can hopefully have some ducklings to add to our Freezer Camp stores in the Fall.

Mr RainyDay Duck and Sir JazzyHands taking over the chicken coop…

This year’s batch of ex-battery hens have been unpleasant.
They’re mean and nasty bitches.
Even on high quality foods, with lots of greens and straw to play in, the coop treated in case of lice, and ample places to dust bathe, they’re still pecking each other. In too many cases, to death.

So, next year, we’re going with eggie chicks.
And this year’s lot of ex-batts are being disciplined by the ducks.
Sir JazzyHands takes no shit from nasty chickens…he’s not a mean duck at all, but he keeps those egg laying bitches in line. 😉

❤ CoalCat

We have a rule…when kittens were placed in homes, we told folks, if it doesn’t work out, we’ll take them back.
This Coal Cat is a returned kitten, who’s home placement didn’t work out. It’s taken us a few months to reintegrate her into Farm life, and she’s now happily an outdoor hunter cat…who also loves a hella good snuggle with the humans. ❤

“I’m itchin’ my leg, Mama. Don’t take my picture while I’m itchin’ my leg!”
~ Cookie

Poor BabyGirl has had a rough week.
We had some goose hunters out pulling bullshit on the field next to ours, shooting simply to scare the Girls…normally, they don’t care about guns, but when 5 guys shoot before daylight, in the darkness, that scares the bejeebus out of even a well adjust horse.
Once they were wound up, they just couldn’t settle while they jackwangs were shooting. And, of course, they could *see* the Girls running, so even when there were no birds, they shot off rounds just to see them run.
And Conservation was a damn joke to deal with.

The next day, my poor Girl came up lame.
Like 3 legged hobbling lame.
On went the halter, Kid fed her grass while Hubby and I went over that horse with a fine toothed comb.
Turns out she has a stone bruise in her right rear hoof…so epsom salts soaks and a clean hoof were the order for her week. Then, I ran out of epsom salts, so I switched it up to sea salt soaks.
And today, she’s doing much, much better.
Stiff and sore, from compensating for the booboo hoof, but better.
She’s biting Astrid again, so… 😉

And, one of my favorite pics from the last few weeks…

It’s the rainy/damp season, and she gets ouchy.
Some days are worse than others. Some days it’s too hard to get to the beet pulp spot to eat and get her supplements in…some days she’s also a colossal Drama Queen. LOL!
But, because I love her dearly, Hubby is patient with her, even when it’s clear she has her D.Q. crown on.
Here he held her bucket for her while she ate…she was obviously hungry because she had her piggie nose in there before he bent over enough for her to eat comfortably.
What can I say, she’s my special pony, and I love her.

In 4 years of writing this has been my most popular post…
They Don’t Need to Understand

Or, if not my most popular, my most read post.

So here’s to 4 years, and darn near 500 posts.
We’ll probably do something to celebrate 500…maybe a giveaway of a print? Or an Equi~Gem?
We shall see.
I welcome y’all’s input.

Now, can we all chant “4 more years!! 4 more years!!”…because that just makes me giggle. 😉

3 Days…

Even though the weather is not cooperating today, it’s only 3 days until Spring. Last night we were rained on, today we have high winds and a possibility of snow (not much though) but, I’m not letting that dampen my enthusiasm for Spring.
The horses, while mildly grumpy about being rained on, were in good spirits this morning, as were the cats and chickens.
Sunday, we have a called for high of +12*c.
Yeah, I’m going to dwell on that. 🙂

So, today I give you Sable and the lei in our countdown to Spring…

“Really, Mama?? I don’t like this thing on me…”


Sable was getting some work done on her feet.
There was bug juice being applied to every horse that wanted it.
Astrid stayed after her bug juice application and napped while Sable had her feet done…

Astrid BugJuiceNever far from her best friend, always happy to be near her people.
Such a sweetheart.

Edited to Add:
Shared with The Cat on My Head for the Sunday Selfies Blog Hop, with our thanks to Astrid there for inviting our Astrid to join in the fun!! 🙂

Warm Heart Wednesday

The last little while, we’ve been so busy I ran very behind on my favorite weekly link up…Alphabe-Thursday. When I finally returned to Ms Jenny’s blog to catch up, I learned that this past round was to be the final one. 😦 While I will miss Alphabe-Thursday, and the unique writing challenges it offered, I understand Ms Jenny’s need to take care of her own health.
But…she has offered up a new linkup for Wednesdays. One that helps us count our blessings, no matter how big or small. One that reminds us, in the Darkness there is always a teensy spark of Light, if we remember to look for it.
I think I will enjoy participating in this link up too. 🙂

So, here we are, Warm Heart Wednesday (a day late, no surprise with me!) to share the little thing that warmed my heart last week…

It starts with this picture:



A fabulous portrait of our beautiful Blonde Girl…only, I didn’t plan to do a portrait session with her. I was coming out to the pasture to take pictures of the straw bale extension we’re building onto the shelter for winter. Sable saw me coming, popped her head over the fence and smiled. How could I resist taking that shot? Ears forward, beautiful face, perfect light…I’d be a fool to let the moment pass by.

And then, this happened…



This one is not a fan of the camera. This one is not a fan of much of anything…except Mama. She’s my Mama’s Girl. When she saw me, she trotted over to the gate, popped her head over and nickered to me.
I cannot express how good that makes me feel. That nicker at the gate, that face that’s so happy to see me (and I didn’t even have treats!), that face that waited right there for me to take the picture and come to kiss her.

2 years later, and I am still moved to tears that this horse, who was so un-horse-like when she came, so shut down, has responded to me with love and trust.

She’s my Girl.
She’s my Blessing.
She’s my wee spark of Light.

Sharing with Jenny Matlock’s Warm Heart Wednesday.

U is for Unusual

Have I ever mentioned how odd our dog, Daphne, is? How she has a love for unusual toys?
Well, here’s some photos to prove it…The Kid was pulling out the corn stalks from the garden, and Daphne kept stealing them out of the compost. I guess in her daffy doggie mind they were sticks…tasty sticks, because what dog doesn’t like corn?
It led to full-scale Kid/Puppy playful warfare, as Daphne kept stealing, Kid started chasing her with them, and then there was the beatings…yep, The Kid beat the dog with corn stalks.

There was no harm done to anyone, or anything in the taking of these photos…okay, well the corn stalks didn’t fare too well. 😉

"My corn stick!"

“My corn stick!”



"I. Want. My. Corn. STICK!!"

“I. Want. My. Corn. STICK!!”



"Ha! Ima get it now!"

“Ha! Ima get it now!”

"Mine! Mine! Mine!"

“Mine! Mine! Mine!”

"Grrrrr!! Die, corn stick, DIE!"

“Grrrrr!! Die, corn stick, DIE!”

U is for Unusual…my unusual dog, and her unusual toys.

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Today makes 2 years that I’ve been writing this blog.
To celebrate 2 years of blogging for Midnight Calico Farm, I went out and took pictures of The Girls…while giving them a few mints. They love mints! 🙂



Mmmmm...I like mints

Mmmmm…I like mints

Where's mine?!?

Where’s mine?!?

I is being gentle MomLady...

I is being gentle MomLady…

Lemmee sniff yer pocketz...

Lemmee sniff yer pocketz…

Whatchoo doing down there? Ima yer Angel horse...see my halo?

Whatchoo doing down there?
Ima yer Angel horse…see my halo?

Best. Joke. Ever!

Best. Joke. Ever!

And, one from earlier in the summer…

Golden Sable and her dandelions. <3

Golden Sable and her dandelions. ❤

T is for Two years blogging about the farm.

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S is for So Sleepy….Zzzzzz

I have had a sleepless week.
Last Tuesday, we discovered our barn cat Polo, was moving her latest batch of kittens. 3 of the 7 were missing, but, with her being the Mama she is, we weren’t worried about it. We were sure she’d come back and get everyone together.

Wednesday, she came up to the house in the morning as usual, for her morning cream and crunchies. For some reason, I really don’t know why, I thought I’d go check where she had the kittens before moving them. There I found 4 little bodies, splayed out and ice cold. I didn’t realize Mama had followed me over, and when she saw them, she started crying and washing them. I was crying, because I was sure they were gone, and then, the tiniest sound came from one little body…I held my breath and then, saw the tiniest movement.

Well, I scooped those babies up, popped them into my jacket, grabbed Mama and headed to the house. Polo was having none of coming inside, so I left her with some extra cream, and took babies in to warm them ever so slowly.

As they warmed, I saw more movement, heard more cries, and finally, they were warm enough from my body heat, to put down in a box with a heating pad and warmed towels.

Over the day, I checked on them repeatedly, made sure they were warming up, and then, offered some formula. Everyone ate a little, everyone peed. And then…while snuggled with The Kid, we lost the little black and white one. 😥 Baby had just been too cold for too long, and hir little body just couldn’t recover. We buried Baby under one of the treelings that was ready to plant.

So far, though, the other 3 have been doing well. Eating, sleeping, eliminating, growing…they’ve nearly doubled in size, eyes are opening, and baby teeth are coming in. But, that comes at a price…they need to be fed every 2 hours. Well, at the beginning, it was that, now we’re up to nearly every 4 hours. I have to wake them to eat, or they go longer, and those little bodies need all the energy they can get! Needless to say, Ima lil’ bit tired! lol! At least I don’t normally sleep much anyways, so being short isn’t too bad.

Wanna see?

From left to right... Nancy, Robin and Sophie

From left to right…
Nancy, Robin and Sophie

No, I don’t know sexes. They’re way too young for that! Those names just seemed to stick…and I think Nancy might be a boy. 😛



Nancy chewing on me.

Nancy chewing on me.

It feels kinda neat, having them chew on me. At least until those sharp little teeth come in!

Nancy, Robin, and Sophie...that's Sophie on hir back, being smothered by Robin.

Nancy, Robin, and Sophie…that’s Sophie on hir back, being smothered by Robin.

S is for So Sleepy.

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R is for Remiss

I have been remiss in keeping the blog up to date.
I apologize for that. I’m working on getting a solid posting schedule going again. Life happens, and I’ve been busy, y’know? And then, by the time I remember I have to write a blog post, it’s 2am, I haven’t slept, and I have to be up with Hubby at 4am…so yeah, the blog has suffered.
But, I have been uploading pictures to share with you, and so, here’s a whole bunch of them from the past 15 days. Enjoy! 🙂

The Geese are returning! WooHoooo!!

The Geese are returning!

This is exciting because we’re hoping to send more than a couple to freezer camp this year. The farmer who used our field planted canola, so at least there’s grain out there for them to have some interest in. With the cross fencing in place, I can move The Girls out front, and give Hubby the chance to hunt from under the big pine, without equine helpers.

The bugs were really, really bad for a while...

The bugs were really, really bad for a while…

I love this picture because you can see Sable’s dapples. She’s one giant dapple this year. Makes me happy, because she’s just so damn beautiful. Whether or not there is truth to the theory that dapples are a sign of good health in horses doesn’t matter to me. I *know* she’s healthy and happy. ❤

Ain't she grand?

Ain’t she grand?

Yup, I’m biased. I know it. She’s my sweetheart, even if she’s a bit of a goober. Here she was on high alert because the kittens were playing on the fence while I took pictures of the herd. Dork.

Leaping Felix

Leaping Felix

He’s come a looooooong way from being the runt of the litter! He’s a solid little hunter, who does love him some grasshopper…I’m good with cats who eat grasshoppers.

Mmmmmm salt!

Mmmmmm salt!

Yeah, you know it’s hot when even the kittens were at the salt lick!
Sometimes, when it’s really hot, I take a rubber feed pan, and put a cup or so of canning salt (no additives, just salt) and put it out for The Girls. Sometimes, they eat it, other times they don’t. I know those blocks can be hard for them to get enough salt off of, so I offer the loose, just in case. Especially when I see Cookie chewing the block! And Ms Ruby likes to lick the loose salt up out of my hand. That feels pretty neat.

Ahhhhh! The heat broke...

Ahhhhh! The heat broke…

And everyone fell down…

"Hey Food/Mom Lady. Whatchoo doing?"

“Hey Food/Mom Lady. Whatchoo doing?”

Funny noises from the neighbours...they're doing some upgrades over at the hog barn. It annoys Ruby.

Funny noises from the neighbours…they’re doing some upgrades over at the hog barn. It annoys Ruby.

Cookie decided to get up...just about when the Kittens were marauding.

Cookie decided to get up…just about when the Kittens were marauding.

They are the Marauding Hoarde, after all! It’s what they do.

This is what happens when Kittens help take pictures....

This is what happens when Kittens help take pictures….

Woulda been a great shot, but Trouble decided to steam up the lens for me. He lives up to his name, that boy!

Cookie had enough of scary kittens, and had to hide behind Ruby...

Cookie had enough of scary kittens, and had to hide behind Ruby…

Ruby was too tired to deal with Cookie's irrational fears. LOL!

Ruby was too tired to deal with Cookie’s irrational fears. LOL!

Finally, a preview of some pictures to come…
Over the summer, the kittens kept coming out to the pasture while we were working with The Girls. One of the things they love to do is walk along the top edge of the big water trough…they’re kittens, they do odd things, just because they can. Well, this happened:

Oreo done fell in...

Oreo done fell in…

Yup, I took pictures before I thought to scoop her out. She was fine though, but it got me thinking about if she had fallen in, and we weren’t there…so a few days later, with The Kid’s help, we rounded up all of the Marauding Hoarde and had swim practice. Like it or not, someone could fall in, and not realize they can get out, so we showed them.
And, of course, I have pictures. I’ll save those for another post…

R is for Remiss…and hopefully, I’ve managed to redeem myself a bit, with these pictures.

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M is for Mowing

We have our 2 year Farm anniversary coming up this weekend.
August 16th makes 2 years for us here at Midnight Calico Farm.
It’s been a bumpy, lumpy, amazingly awesome, quietly heartbreaking, wouldn’t-change-it-for-the-world ride.
And we’re going to celebrate!
We have friends and family coming out for a bonfire/potluck/grand old time. That means we actually had to cut the grass. Now, when we cut the grass, we do it with the tractor and 6 ft mower…'s there, in the grass. Really, it is!

Mower…it’s there, in the grass. Really, it is!

Hubby, Daisy(the tractor) and the mower, working on taking that grass down.

Hubby, Daisy(the tractor) and the mower, working on taking that grass down.

It wasn’t as long this time, or I’d be turning and stacking it for hay. I did that last summer, when we had grass to my hip. Dried it and stacked it in a loose hay stack. Let me tell you, it was a life saver for the first 2 weeks we needed hay. We hadn’t bought our trailer yet, our Hay Guy was still busy in the fields, and my Girls were hungry…hell they were bordering on hangry!
So, between the 800lbs or so we put up and the beet pulp I started them on, we made it through until our Hay Guy could get us a load on our (new to us) trailer.

Of course, with Hubby pulling out Daisy and the mower, we have to make sure the Marauding Horde is safe, so Kid and I went on a kitten wrangling spree.

9 kittens shoved into Daphne's kennel.

9 kittens shoved into Daphne’s kennel.

Unfortunately, they’re at the age where when they get scared they don’t always run. Having a little body hunker down when the mower is out is a very bad thing. So 9 little bodies had to go into the kennel, while Mama Cat was calling at the door, worried we were doing something bad to her babies. She was very happy to get them back once the tractor was put away. 🙂

And then, there’s my  riding lawnmowers…

Ooooh, the excitement!! Daddy opened the gate to the front pasture!

Ooooh, the excitement!! Daddy opened the gate to the front pasture!

"Oh boy, Mom! This is awesome!"

“Oh boy, Mom! This is awesome!”

"Nom, nom, nom...can't talk...eating..."

“Nom, nom, nom…can’t talk…eating…”

Now that we have the gate in, and I’ve been working on gate skills with them, by next spring, I do believe our riding lawn mowers will be able to cut the grass for us. After I put up some hay, of course! 😉

M is for Mower, both tractor powered and equine.

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L is for Leaping Kitties

9 kittens.
Just about 12 weeks old.
The crazy playing.
The leaping.
The jumping.
The hiding in the grass…

Screaming Mimi

Screaming Mimi

Screaming Mimi again

Screaming Mimi again

Felix, ready to take on Trouble and Mimi

Felix, ready to take on Trouble and Mimi

He leaps into action!!

He leaps into action!!

Playing sneaky boy

Playing sneaky boy

As always, one of the horses…

Not a leap, but a bit of a buck, trying to get a biting bug off her bum.

Not a leap, but a bit of a buck, trying to get a biting bug off her bum.

L is for Leaping Kitties.

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