Still Here

Just been a bit busy.
My Kid had her wisdom teeth out, so aside from chores, life has been working around her recovery.
And WordPress is being stubborn about uploading pictures…
So the best I got for you today is one of the 3 stooges.
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Sable did not want her picture taken…lol

I’ll be back next week with regular posting.
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Things That Got Done This Past Weekend

You know the saying…
Winter is coming.
Which means we have to prepare.
It’s not just about food on the shelves, and meat in the freezer.
It’s also making sure we have feed for the animals and prepping for next spring’s new beginnings.

Hay!!

Our hay was delivered on Saturday.
Hubby stashed a few bales in the garage, so that come March, if we don’t need them, they stay there ’til next year.
Hay is never, ever wasted here!
Who knew that dried grass could be, would be, such a precious commodity!
When I think of all the times I cut mine in the city, with no thought about *what* I could have been feeding it to…
I could have easily fed a nice little backyard rabbits for meat colony off my city lawn…and no one would have been the wiser about us raising meat in the city.
No worries about that now though…

With hay, came my 4 small straw bales to go in this:

chick brooder

It’s out and ready for renovations…it’s just too tall, the door too small, and really, really heavy overall.
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Hubby’s gonna cut it down in height…prolly to just under the window.
That way it’s a step in as needed but can mostly just reach in to feed and water chicks.
Because in spring, chicks is coming.
Meat chicks, and hatched chicks.
I’ve got my eye on the 2nd incubator, so we’ll have 2 running at once for more chicks.
And then I need a 2nd brooder box for ducklings.
I plan on ordering 10 pekin ducks when we order our meat chicks.
I’m still hopeful that the muscovies will actually produce chicks for us come spring, but if they don’t I want a back up plan for ducks.
We’ve found we really enjoy duck meat and I refuse to buy it, unless I’m buying from another small farmer like us.

Anyways, after Hubby renos the brooder, it’s going in the Little Red Shed…which needs to have the holes in the side and roof fixed and ridge cap put on before winter…soooooo fingers crossed we can get that done, or moving the brooder in there will be a colossal waste of time.
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But we got this done…

tarp on the garden…

I was given a bunch of starting to breakdown flax straw bales, so I spread them out under the tarp, on top of the weeds, to rot and compost…it’s a soil building thing. πŸ˜‰
The tarp will stay until shortly before planting time is to begin.
Then it’ll be replaced with some thick ground cloth, which I’ll plant through and mulch over top.

closed up the compost bins…

So those compost bins…
Got them from a friend when she moved.
I had them in the city myself and left them for the new owners…who then got rid of them. πŸ™„
I shoulda brought them out here.
But this fall, we discovered those bins make *amazing* poultry houses.
Yup, when the ducks were in the garden working on weed control, they overnighted in the compost bins.
It was awesome!
Now they’re closed up for use as actual compost bins.
And I’m on the lookout for anyone getting rid of more of them.
I can’t believe how well they worked as poultry houses!

So that was a bunch of things off the “Winter is Coming” list…
Plus I made english muffins, fed the chickens a bunch of scrambled eggs and slept. As much as I could. lol

And finally, a picture of Astrid…

Astrid

Our Little Red who thinks she should eat eggs.
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Why?
Well, because the chickens have been sneaking into the horse shelter and laying them in there.
That *must* mean the eggs are there for her to eat, right?
Astrid thinks my rules against horses eating eggs is bullshit.
She likes eggs and she wants to keep eating them.
I says “You leave them damn eggs alone, you damn horse!”
All while laughing my ass off…
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A Bit of a Giggle

I had a bit of a giggle at Hubby yesterday…

We went to do chores and throw hay for The Merry Mares, and like always at this time of year, while he tossed hay I went in and scratched and petted everyone.
There’s a reason for this…aside from the general love I have for the equine brats. πŸ˜‰
Scratches and pets also let me make sure everyone is is good weight for the impending cold weather.
As coats thicken, if they’re not getting a bit of a fat layer, or if they’ve lost, that can be hidden under that thickening coat.
So, hands on is the easiest way to tell…

So while I’m scratching and poking and prodding, Hubby says to me he’s glad to have our hay home now, because he’s been worried about how much the mares have been eating.
I did a quizzical doggie head tilt at him…
Really?
Worrying about weight and if they’re getting enough is totally my thing.
Almost all year long, I’m worrying about making sure they’re in healthy weight.

He says to me, “well from here, I can see Astrid’s ribs”
I laugh and I’m like, “uh, fucking where???”
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So I get him to come into the pasture and I show him…if you try to feel ribs, you can’t.
But looking from the angle he was standing it, it looked like she was ribby because of her hair pattern and the dirt in her coat.
Then I took him over to Sable, and showed him the same thing…find the ribs with your hands, through the coat.
Once into the coat, you find she has a nice pad of fat over her ribs…not so much that she’s overweight, but enough that she’ll do just fine with good hay to maintain her.
And Ruby?
Still getting people stopping to find out when she’s gonna have her baby.
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I laugh and say, “no babies here…that’s a food baby!!”

Chubby monkey napping in the sunrise, pre-snow fall.

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Buy Me A Coffee

I’m sure y’all have seen this at the end of the last few posts…
“If you like this post, feel free to buy me a coffee”

Buy Me A Coffee is a website where people can choose to say thanks to an artist, be they a writer, a photographer, a graphic artist, or what-have-you, with a monetary donation.

I’ve heard it a million times…
“You should write a book!”
Well, maybe, but that takes time.
Time I don’t necessarily have…without cloning myself. πŸ˜‰
Y’all *know* how busy things get here!
And honestly, I’m not as interested in writing a book as I thought I might be.
I much prefer the bites and bits of the blog.
This way, I don’t have to have continuous unity throughout so many pages.
I can write about topics as they come up, pop into my head, or as you Dear Readers request.
Plus I can randomly insert pictures of the animals any where in any post.
Far more fun than a book!
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Then I thought about ways to monetize the blog.
Because who doesn’t want to get paid for doing what they love, right??
This became a challenge…I’ve encountered a few blogs that I loved where they’ve monetized and now only post small tidbits of info/their life. To get anything of substance, you have to pay a monthly fee for access.
I sure don’t want to do that here.
I don’t, in my opinion, think that’s fair…to build a blog that people come to on the daily, then tell them they can only have access if they pay.
And I’m not saying it’s the wrong way for those folks to go…I’m saying it’s not the right way for *me* to go.

So when I was introduced to Buy Me A Coffee, I thought “ahhh, *that’s* the way to go!”
I love coffee.
Like seriously, can’t live without it, it’s the lifeblood of the universe, love coffee.
What better way to let folks know, if they choose, they can offer a thanks by, metaphorically, buying me coffee.
*grins*

At the same time, this means more good things for you readers.
It means more content!
YAY!!
We’re in a bit of a lull between the gardening season and butchering season, so I’m stockpiling posts so that you don’t go weeks and weeks without hearing from me.
I think if I’m going be asking y’all to buy me coffee, I need to pony up way more content than a post every 2 weeks or so.
Let’s be honest, it ain’t fair for me to not work and still ask for patronage.

So I hope everyone likes what they’ll be seeing.
And if you like this post, or any others, feel free to buy me a coffee.
All you have to do is click the link and follow the easy peasy instructions on my b.m.a.c page.
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When I am an Old Horse Woman Redux

WHEN I AM AN OLD HORSE WOMAN

When I am an old horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn’t suit me
And I shall spend my social security on
white wine and carrots,
And sit in my alleyway of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.

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I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay gelding,
Across the moonstruck meadow
If my old bones will allow
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn
and show instead the flowers growing
inside stalls fresh-lined with straw.

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I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair
as if it were a jewel
And I will be an embarrassment to all
Who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a horse as a best friend
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.

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-By Patty Barnhart
Originally published in The Arabian Horse World magazine in 1992

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Today felt like a great day for a repost of this much loved poem.

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47

Yesterday was a day just like any other day.
Hay was cut.
Weeds were pulled.
Pigs ate the weeds.
Chickens did too.
There were eggs collected.
Beet pulp given to horses.

Oh, and a 4’x5′ mirror was taken out to the pasture for a little photography fun.

I had a certain *something* in mind…and I got that done, but not before the Mares had to find out who these interloper horses were…

“I can see you…you are very pretty. ❀
Want to be friends?
You do smell a bit odd though…”
~Sable

“Who. Are. You.
*snort*
I. Don’t. Like. You.
*snort*”
~Astrid

Watching the 2 of them was absolutely hilarious.
Makes me want to find a safer way to put the mirror out there for more photo fun.
This wasn’t the best because it was just leaned up on Cookie’s Tree, and Hubby had to hold it. Astrid kept giving it hard nudges, while snorting, telling that “Other Horse” to piss off out of her pasture.
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And yet Ruby didn’t even care about it…which is why I’d love to set it up again, to see if she’d take an interest without us people around.

Anyways, once Hubby and The Kid backed the 2 fools up, I got to do what I was there to do…

Self portrait

Not too shabby a shot for my 47th birthday.
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Sharing with Brian’s Home for Thankful Thursday.