Wordless Wednesday

Start by doing what’s necessary;
then do what’s possible;
and suddenly
you are doing the impossible.

~ Francis of Assisi

Sharing for Wordless Wednesday with Comedy Plus, Image-in-ing, bethere2day, Create with Joy and Oh My Heartsie Girl

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Feel free to buy me a coffee.
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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.

If you like this post, feel free to buy me a coffee. πŸ™‚

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.

Now We’re Getting Busy!

Remember how I was complaining that we were in the “hurry up and wait” holding pattern?
Yeah, we’re out of that and working our butts off to get things going for growing.

We picked up the last of the garden seeds I needed to get for planting.
Now we’re at the “pull wire ’round the garden” stage…Hubby already put in the posts around the garden, and we were right on track to pull the wire fencing…until we discovered that we were out off cable ties.
I know, it’s crazy to think that anyone on a farm would run out of cable ties, but it happened, and we stalled.
Hubby stopped and picked up a hundred of them, and we’re ready to pull fencing…that’s going to happen this weekend, so that I can start planting things like carrots and peas and beets…because until the fence is up, I can’t plant anything because of asshole-not-supposed-to-be-free-ranging chickens. πŸ˜‰

Lemon chicken…she does what she wants.

Once the fencing is up, we’re good to go.
Plus, I have to build a gate, but we can use temporary measures for a day or two until that’s done.

The meat chickens are 2 weeks old now…and eating like crazy.
Between them and the replacement eggies, they’re going through pounds of feed a day.
We’ve had very little losses too this year. 5 meaties and 1 eggie.
After last year’s fiasco, we made sure to change things so that everyone did better this year, and so far, so good!
We have a huge brooder that came with the garage when we bought the place. It has it’s failings (it’s 5 feet tall and the door is too small for any normal sized human to climb through), but those can be fixed later on. Right now Hubby climbs in, morning and night, to refill feeders and waterers. Once this batch of chicks moves off to the poultry yard, we’ll change the design of the brooder and install a bigger door for ease of getting into.

We’re also hoping to build another brooder in our Little Red Shed.
Oh!
Have I not shared about the Little Red Shed??

Our new feed shed…

Hubby made a deal for the shed, but the catch was we had to move it roughly 5 miles.
To do that, a friend of Hubby’s from work came out with a crew, loaded it up and brought it home to us.
Sounds easy, but it took some work, and it was pretty amazing seeing this building being hauled down our road!

So now, Hubby and I are discussing turning 1/2 of that shed into a chick brooder with different sections for different ages and breeds.
Why?
Because for Mother’s Day…
I GOT AN INCUBATOR!!!

Now I’m just waiting for it to arrive, so I can take a bunch of our Easter Egger eggs and try to hatch them out.
Of the 18 EE chicks I bought last year, 5 were hens.
LOL!!
Not that having a whole bunch of roosters to grow out is a huge deal, because they simply go to Freezer Camp.
We kept one, and he’s been diligently fertilizing eggs every chance he gets. So, since none of my hens are showing interest in hatching eggs (and I was so hopeful after the one in the Fall decided she was going to!) I began looking for a cost effective incubator.
When I found what I wanted Hubby said “Ok. Go ahead and buy it. Happy Mother’s Day.”
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Also on the list of things to get done for growing season…

~ Clean up around the fruit trees/bushes.
My currants and honeyberries are poppin’!!
Huge growth so far on both, but I need to clean up the grasses underneath and around them, and put down a mulch to keep the weeds down. And add some rotted manure for fertilizer.
Apples and pears are a little slower, but still doing well…maybe this might be the year to get some fruit? I’m hopeful!

~ Give the horse shelter a deep cleaning.
Hasn’t been done since February and we’re now at that stage where it needs to be cleaned out to the dirt and have fresh straw tossed in for the summer.
Besides, I’ll need the rotted manure compost for the Fall to add to the garden.

~ Time to prep the straw bales for the straw bale gardens.
I’ve got the 5 big bales to grow in, so I’m going to do that. But they have to be “seasoned” first and that takes about 2 weeks of watering and fertilizing.

~ Get the piggies!
This weekend, hopefully, we’ll go on a drive to pick up 3 little piggies who will grow into our winter bacon/hams/chops/stew.

And soon it’ll be haying season, because I will continue to cut hay every chance I get. Those small bales I put up have come in handy soooooo many times!
And, there is still talk about getting a calf to grow out for meat.
I had a chance to do so this year, but just ran out of finances…
Sometimes, no matter how much you want something, you have to weigh what would, in the end, be the better investment for the farm.
This year I had the choice of adding an incubator, chicken plucker, and a high quality pair of hoof nippers for Hubby, or a calf.
Yeah, I had to go with the 3 investments in self sustainability this year. :/

And, of course, once the garden produces, canning season ramps back up.
*sigh*
This is the stuff I love.
This is what I dream about all winter.
Getting things growing and getting things stored and put up on the shelves and in the freezer for the next winter.

In between it all, I sneak out at sunrise to take pictures of the Merry Mares…because sunrise is always going to be my favorite time of day to take their pictures.
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Ruby

Sable…with Astrid behind her.

Here’s to busy summer days…and rain as needed.
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Spa Day

Nothing better than equine spa day!
Okay, there are better things, but equine spa day makes me (and the Merry Mares) really happy…

First up, as always, Sable.
Because if Sable ain’t first, ain’t no one getting done.
Trust me. 1500lbs of Palomino tantrums makes sure of that!!
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Checking out Hubby’s toolbox…

First you have to check the toolbox.
You never know there might be treats in there…
(there never are, because nosy brats would gobble them up before having to stand like well-trained horses who know how to get their feet trimmed without being gigantic arsewads)

Having hay snax while Michele does the hard work…

Bit of a crack there, but it rasped out pretty well.
Sadly, Sable went far too long between trims. 😦
After she was sick last year, it took a long time before she was able to balance enough to do more than a quick pick out of her hooves.
As soon as we were able to get her back on track lifting her feet, we called in Michele.
I knew she would have the patience to help our Palomino Princess get through her first full trim since being sick with confidence.
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Sable sure does love to watch her feet being done.

Somehow, I missed getting shots of Astrid having her feet done.
Not sure how that happened, but it did…

Oh and then there was Ruby.
Geez Lou-eez.
That horse, she’s something.
And this is why I never balk when Michele tells me what I owe her afterwards…

“Oh, I’ll stand here…
I might even doze off…
But I ain’t lifting my damn feet for no one…”
~ Ruby

She ain’t sick, she’s not injured in any way, she’s just…
Ruby.
Her way, or not at all.
*sigh*
But, Michele did get one front hoof up and picked out before the painted asshole decided she was leaving, by going straight backwards…as fast as she possibly could.
Which, lucky me, gave my already fucked up shoulder something to think about. Nothing good, but it was something to think about.
But, when you see the horse is going, and may catch up the person holding her foot in the lead as she goes, you don’t hesitate, you do what needs to be done to make sure the human is safe.
Human safety first.
Always.

So, I snapped the rope up, which made the donkey go backwards a little quicker…but, when she hit the end of the lead she stopped.
Normally, she pulls the rope out of my hand and makes a break for it. This time, she stopped and waited.
And came back at my request.
So…
Humans were safe, and horse, while being a shit, wasn’t as much of a shit as she normally is. πŸ˜‰

After giving Michele a good sniffing, Ruby took a moment to process her thoughts…

And then decided that she’d relax and let the work get done…

But she still made Michele pull out her yoga moves to get her done.

Sharing with Thankful Thursday at Brian’s Home…because words can’t express how thankful I am for Michele.
Her patience, her caring, her skills with my donkeys is appreciated so much. Having someone work with your equines who understands that everyone has their own personality and own needs is absolutely invaluable.

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