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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Deleting Old Posts

That’s what I did yesterday.
After much searching, I found a website that takes posts and turns them into a .pdf.
I did that a while back with a couple years worth of old posts.
Now, I’m working on deleting the posts and images (which means there might be a broken image here and there, if I reused one in a newer post).
This way, I have space for new images to go in new posts.
Because I refuse to go to a pay-to-blog platform.
It’s just not gonna happen…and I didn’t want to move to a whole new blog while trying to encourage followers to come along.
Naw.
Easier to save and delete.
Well, as easy as something so darn tedious can be.
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The positive part though, is new images…and they are *much* faster to upload with space!
Which is good, because I managed to get out with the camera Saturday morning, and a bit yesterday too.

Sable

Funny thing is…I’ve been waiting for a Saturday morning sunrise like this for a few weeks now.
I’ve an idea in my head I want to shoot, but need this light and Hubby.
Where was he Saturday when the light looked like this??!?
In a tree stand, hunting deer.
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Fingers crossed we can get another chance before the snow flies and stays.


Then yesterday, knowing that below zero overnight temps. were coming, Hubby cleaned out the maceration tubs.
What is a maceration tub, you ask?
Well, it’s a bin that holds whatever skulls and bones we want cleaned and a whole lot of water.
That’s it.
Nothing high tech or fancy.
Just bins/barrels/tubs of bones and water.

We had Cookie’s skull and bones finishing cleaning…because our warm weather doesn’t last long, it can take a little longer here to clean a skull.
I *should* invest in a fish tank heater to speed thing up a bit, but we don’t keep the tubs anywhere near an electricity source.
If you’ve ever smelt a working maceration tub, you’d understand why they aren’t real close to the house.
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Anyway, Hubby pulled Cookie’s parts out and we had a bit of a surprise…

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We were a bit surprised, to say the least. lol
So after I grabbed the camera, I hit the skull cleaning forums on FB.
And it turns out this is nothing to panic about.
It likely happened because I didn’t change the water enough…though a deer leg in with her *didn’t* go black like this.
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She may stay darkened like that.
She may not.
She’s ready to go onto degreasing – which is exactly what it sounds like.
Bones hold fats in them, and after maceration, they go into a water/dish soap combo to soak, which draws out the grease.
If this isn’t done, your bones could get stinky (prolly will) and might start to break down as the fats get gross.

If the colour holds through degreasing, then she’ll be left like that.
I could put her into peroxide for whitening, but I love the way she looks dark, so if it stays, it stays.

Hubby also pulled out the giant tarp and tossed it into the garden.
It was too windy to spread, so there’s still that to do.
Hopefully we’ll have a day this week to get that done.
Honestly, I’m ready for spring, seed catalogs and planting the new garden.
lol
I know, I know.
The land needs to sleep first.
I do know that.
I just don’t want to deal with winter.
I will…but I don’t want to.

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Feature

In an effort to make sure I can continue to give y’all posts when my brain is not wanting to work, I’ve looked for a random word generator.
Y’see, WordPress used to do this with The Daily Post.
Give us a word and we could choose to use it as a prompt to create a blog post around.
And then they stopped…

I loved The Daily Post.
Some days you just don’t have the inspiration to create *something* without a little prompting.
So now I can do that for myself.
Because we should be able to do these things for ourselves, yes?
And an online random word generator is so much easier than pulling out the dictionary, flipping to a page and blindly pointing to a word…though I’ve done that too. πŸ˜‰

So today’s word is feature

Her most amazing feature is her kind, generous, beautiful spirit…that it is wrapped in the gorgeous packaging that it is, is simply a bonus.
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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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Sept. 1st. Already!

Just plain busy here.
300 lbs of tomatoes going into jars as simple sauce, pizza sauce and whole.
Put 16 dozen cobs of corn into jars. Not the whole cob, but 16 dozen cobs worth…cut off and packed into jars, then pressure canned.
Got the chicken backs/necks done into soup…and into jars.
Helped a friend move yesterday.
Working on sourcing a bulk purchase of carrots to put up for winter.
Got apples coming Tuesday for making wine.

No pictures because there’s been no time with the camera.
But, shelves are filling.
Freezers are too.
Wines and beers are brewing.
Pigs are down to the last 8ish weeks before freezer camp.

Oh!!
And I confirmation of my winter hay from our supplier.
*THAT* took a huge weight off.
It’s been a hard summer for hay growers, and until I had actual confirmation from him, I didn’t want to say anything…he’s a good, honorable guy, so if there was a problem supplying us, he’d let us know asap. I just needed that confirmation to ease the worry though…lol
As a bonus, the price is the same as last year too.
I’m a happy, happy horse owner.
So between our hay, the oat straw bales we’re getting off our own land this year (not the whole harvest of straw, because we lease to someone who sells the straw to someone else, but enough to get us through) and the daily beet pulp/alfalfa cube/flax supplement, my nags oughta do fine and dandy this winter.

It’s coming together folks.
And that’s a good thing.
Winter is coming.