Capture52 Week 11 ~ NQR

Yep, behind again.
lol

NQR stands for “not quite right” and for that I offer you this:

It is a very cute shot.
I love, love, love the faces a horse makes while having a good shake after a roll.
Makes me smile every damn time.
But, it also makes it hard to get a good, crisp image.
And that’s part of why this one is “not quite right”.
Focus isn’t spot on, Astrid is in an odd spot in the frame and the snow is blown out in the background.
It’s not a bad enough image that I’d cull it.
Let’s face it, perfect images are awesome, but the not quite right ones are fun too.
And, rules are made to be broken.

Sharing with Comedy Plus for Happy Tuesday.

Oh Sable!!

Last Sunday morning, we got a bit of a surprise…

At random times during the day (and sometimes at night) I like to peek out the back door at the Merry Mares to see what they are doing.
This is how I capture those sleepy, laying down, cute and cuddly pony moments so often.
Because I *know* how lucky I am to work from home and have access to their equine cuteness 24/7.
😂😂😂

So Sunday morning, before we’d done chores, I was thinking about going outside with the camera, but didn’t want to if the nags were just standing around eating…because boring!!
At least napping in the sunshine can be turned into *something* more…
So I open up the back door, stick my head out and see Sable.
Well, her head pops up and she looks at me.
I look at her, and I realize…

There’s no fence between her and I!

I turn to The Other Two and say
“Uh, guys? Sable’s out of the pasture…”

Which leads to a flurry of jackets, boots, and halters and out the door we go.
The Kid walks up to Sable, who hadn’t gone more than 10 feet from the gate, and slips her halter on her.
Sable looked relieved that her Kid had come to save her.
Hubby opens the gate up, and Kid goes to walk Sable right back into the pasture…the only trouble our CinderBella gave her was when she realized I was coming. Then she’s like “But wait!! I wanna see Mom!”…but Kid said “Nope. Mom will come to you, once you’re back in your room.”
Brat.

This is the gate she got out through…

What we think happened was the gate was left unlatched the night before.
It happens sometimes.
Somewhere through the night/morning, she pushed the gate passed the post and got out.
Probably while chasing hay…because they love to toss it around on the ground and search out the smaller, leafy bits.
Knowing her, she got halfway through and discovered backing up hurt (because the gate opens into the pasture, so backing up would wedge it on her body) and so she went forward.
And she wouldn’t know that once out, all she had to do was push back through to get back into the pasture, so she went a few feet away and nibbled dried out thistles…because thistles are nummy, dontcha know!
😂😂😂
Either way, there was a ton of hay in/around the feeders, plus the wheelbarrow load for the next feeding was right there and she wasn’t interested in it…so we know it was just an adventure she was on.

Thankfully, Ruby and Astrid hadn’t left the pasture.
Ruby was around the other side of the buildings, sunning herself.
Astrid was behind the garage doing the same.
But I had an extra halter in my hand, just in case.
lol

What we did learn with this though, was that Sable has no problems coming out of the pasture.
Which is a good thing.
I’ve been wanting Hubby to build us a hitching post in the yard for ages and ages…somewhere we can tie a horse up for grooming, tacking up, trimming…where the others can’t get in the way.
I kinda gave up on the idea the last time I tried to take Sable out to eat down the lawn and she had a panic attack…but we figured out that the problem with my doing that was that it was *just* me doing it.
Her Kid was at school at the time, so she panicked.
Such tiny brains in such big bodies.
😉

At least she’s really, really pretty…

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Brrrrr!!

It’s been a chilly week!
But things here on the Farm are still chugging along.
🙂

The chickens are starting to lay with a little more consistency.
Finally!
We’ve waited a long time to get these eggie chicks to the point of lay. Soon enough, I should have some eggs that I can sell again.
That will be nice!
I’ve had a few green shelled eggs from the easter egger hens, but not many. I have 4 hens that should be giving me colours (maybe 5, I’m not 100% sure) but I’ve had 3 green eggs…and the easter eggers are older than the brown egg layers, who are getting a little more regular…

One morning last week though, it was really cold and I figured I best check the auto waterer to make sure the Merry Mares water hadn’t frozen over on them…imagine my surprise when Daphne dives under a board in the long grass…I’m thinking “oh shit, she found a skunk!!” but with no immediate stink blast, I figured that couldn’t have been it.
Nope.
Turns out she chased one of my little black hens off a nest of eggs…

16 eggs!!

Stinker had been out all night, instead of coming back to the coop, and was just plain lucky *something* didn’t find her in the night and make a meal of her!
But, she had 16 eggs under her, 10  of which were green.

Not knowing how long they were there, I took them away and float tested them. They seemed like they might be alright, but I still wasn’t sure. So, I cracked them all open.
Turns out, they were fine, though only a handful were fertilized.
Even if the all had been, it’s not a great time of year for chicks anyways…but I now know which hen could be broody in the spring. She, and a few other hens, will get separated off with the one rooster we keep to lay and set eggs in the spring for flock regeneration. Honestly, I’d love to get away from buying hatchery birds for eggs, if I can. And if I can get hens to do the hatching work that’s even better. I have no real interest in using an incubator.
I scrambled the 16 eggs and gave them to the chickens as a treat…their excitement at that made the sting of losing 16 eggs a little less painful.
lol

And then, there was Daphne and her stick…

“I want this one!”

Pulling the stick out of the hobo barrel fire pile…

“MY STICK”

She was rather proud of herself for getting it…

“I am triumphant!!”

*sigh*
My dog is weird.

Cookie’s Favorite Cookies

This face…


She could smell her favorite gingerbread cookies before they even hit the oven. 😉
I don’t know what it was about that particular recipe, but that horse would call for them as soon as she smelled me baking them. And, if I happened to go out to the pasture with a few warm-from-the-oven ones for her, she’d love me for days and days afterwards.

Cookie’s Gingerbread Cookies

3 cups all purpose flour
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
3/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
1 tbsp ground ginger
1 3/4 tsp ground cinnamon 😘
1/4 tsp ground cloves ~ I used fresh ground nutmeg instead, because I have it on hand for egg nog.
6 tbsps unsalted butter
3/4 cup dark brown sugar
1 large egg
1/2 cup molasses
2 tsps vanilla

  1. preheat oven to 375 degrees
  2. prepare baking sheets by lining with parchment paper
  3. whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt ginger, cinnamon, and cloves (nutmeg)
  4. in large bowl, beat butter, brown sugar and egg on medium speed until well blended
  5. add molasses and vanilla and mix until well blended
  6. gradually stir in dry ingredients until blended and smooth
  7. wrap in plastic wrap and let rest in fridge for 15 minutes

Now, from here you can leave the dough in the fridge for up to a week and bake as needed.

When it comes to baking, you can roll the dough out on a lightly floured surface and cut into shapes, or you can do what I do…

  1. Roll a tbsp or so of dough into a ball.
  2. roll ball of dough in white sugar to coat
  3. place on parchment lined cookie sheet
  4. smoosh a wee bit flat
  5. bake at 375 for 7-10 minutes
  6. Enjoy!!

That’s it.
Simple, easy peasy gingerbread cookies that made my darling Paint lose her mind. 😉

“Where’s my cookies, Food Lady?!?” ❤

Would Ya Just Look at That!

I mentioned how I was working with The Cookie and a blanket.
Old Lady (who’s not that old) has been feeling the weather more lately, and sometimes she could benefit from a little extra…just like our Sable.
Unlike our Sable, she has no concept of this “blanket for warmth” thing.

Oh no.
She was certain that thing was going to smother her to complete Death.
Yeah, she can be a little dramatic. 😉

First time out was a complete manure show…
She wouldn’t let me anywhere near her with the blanket.
There was prancing, dancing, some pulling back on the lead rope, a fair bit of panicked rolling eyes.
lol
You woulda thought that blanket was a frickin’ cougar trying to land upon her back…and this was just the intro to it, where all I wanted her to do was sniff the silly thing.

Ah, but time and patience goes a long way with my dear sweet damaged horse. ❤

4th time out, The Kid is holding the lead rope and we made it this far before her brain shut off…

“Ermagerhd!!! I’m being eat…oh, wait, this ain’t so bad.”
~ Cookie

And this…

“Keep makin’ with the apple slices, Woman. If you know what’s good for you…”
~ Cookie

Next time, I’ll work on fully spreading it out on her, and then we’ll discuss doing it up.

Yeah, yeah, I know.
For some folks, this a “one and done” kinda lesson.
Meh.
With the other 3, I agree.
This one? We go at her speed. We may not get there as fast as I might like, but we always get there, and the foundation is solid.
That, to me, is more important.

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? 😉
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.