4 of 4

Last night, my baling bin broke (say that 3 times fast!) while The Kid and I were trying to get the hay on the ground baled before rain.
We only got half of it done before the bin was in such rough shape that we couldn’t continue.
Instead of wasting 50lbs of beautiful, scythe cut, Mama sweated on,  lovingly raked and dried hay, I forked it over the fence for the nags to enjoy now…instead of in the fall or winter.
And, I just happened to fork it over the fence right beside the smudge, so that nags could enjoy some tasty noms while in a smokey, bug free space.

3 of 4 trotted over, because this is an unusual time of the year to get hay, so it’s exciting and new and they must gobble it down.
Toddlers.
😀

4, though…
Interesting.

The Cookie…eating not at the hay pile…

Right out of the gate, the moment her hooves hit the land here, we knew this Girl had issues with food.
Not aggressive, resource guarding type issues, but anxiety issues.
For the first 2 winters, we had to stick to a strict schedule of when hay arrived in the pasture. It didn’t matter if there was lots in the feeders, or if we fed extra at the right times…what mattered was that it came regularly, when her internal clock said it should.
If it didn’t, she panicked.
It was the same with beet pulp pails…and that’s a year ’round feeding.
Panic if it was late.

1200lbs of panicked toddler is…

Not fun.
Kinda scary.
Really, really sad.

This past year, we’ve seen some amazing and wonderful changes in her. And last night solidified it for me, that I’ve done right by this horse.

I threw 50 lbs of top quality hay over the fence.
3 of 4 trotted over to gobble like piglets.
4?
4 came over leisurely, had a few mouthfuls, and wandered on.
She nibbled the greens just past the smudge, she went for a drink of water and played in the big trough, she wandered back and stood with her head on Sable’s back…and when Ruby and Astrid moved off to eat fresh grass, she and Sable ate hay together.

Simply put, no panic.
No worries that there won’t be food later.
Just a relaxed, normal horse, doing relaxed, normal horse things.

It’s taken 3 1/2 years for her to get there…
It’s okay though, because, her and I, we got nothing but time to work together and work things out for her.
And this relaxed normal horse thing looks real good on her.

Friday’s Hunt May 7th

I must admit, we are all feeling much better.
Thank goodness! It’s been a tough couple of weeks, with all of us being down in some way.
This whole farming lifestyle does not play well with being sick, I tell ya! 😉

I did get out last week to take some pictures, and yesterday, we had a wonderful afternoon of grooming and pampering the Girls.
That was so great for the Spirit…even if I did scare Cookie a time or 2 with my coughing. lol

And, I’m even on time for my offerings for this week’s Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills.
The prompts are Starts with R, Week’s Favorite and Window

Starts with R

Who else but our loveable Ruby?

She was such a great Girl yesterday! ❤

See?
Purple halter…not her red breakaway, because she’s been a very good Girl about getting haltered to work, and then being released.
She’s come a long way, our Ruby Girl has, and we’re super proud of her. ❤
Now, if only that Cookie would give up her breakaway…*sigh*

Week’s Favorite

Speaking of The Cookie…

My beautiful Girl having a nap…in the pile of hay.
Of course!
Where else do you nap, but in the pile of expensive food that Mama puts out for you to eat?!?
Brat. 😉

Window

I had a very small window of opportunity to capture this next image…
I was scratching Astrid’s withers, and it was a darn good scratch. So much so, she reached out to groom Ruby (because we don’t allow the horses to groom us…) and in order to catch it, I had to dash backwards and push the button in time, before Astrid stopped.

“Oh, such a good scratch!
Feels soooooo good!”
~Astrid

I’m glad I was able to capture at least one shot!
Have a great week friends…

Friday’s Hunt March 26th

Earlier in the week, on the Farm FB page, I asked what people thought a Homestead was, was it different from a Farm, if so, how?
I got some great answers, and then, I was going to post mine.
Except, as I started writing what I thought each meant, and how they related to one another, I realized it was getting long…and so, it’s becoming a blog post.

In the meantime, today is my offerings for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills.
I’ve made it to “L” and I don’t want to break my record this far…so you’ll have to wait for my Farm/Homestead post until later on in the week. 🙂

Starts with L

How about leap?

As we were heading to town Thursday evening, we spotted a group of more than 10 whitetails enjoying the hayfield at the end of our mile road. Once Hubby slowed down and rolled his window down for me to photograph, they made the great escape.

Week’s Favorite

Look that the air!

Love this!!
That’s a 5 foot high fence post, and that deer has cleared it with room to spare. Their jumping abilities are absolutely amazing.
I’m lucky to have caught him/her mid-flight like this.

Antique

I don’t have anything for antique…instead I give you Ruby in her black background portrait.

I’m still working on the one that is the perfect representation of Ruby’s personality…her toungue is hanging out. lol!

Have a great week all…Spring does seem to really be here. I know, because I’ve caught the Spring crud, and the horses are shedding their winter coats in clumps.
Won’t be long until we’re seeing green. 🙂

Hay Run

We hooked up the trailer for another hay run yesterday…

Bringing home the food for nags...

Bringing home the food for nags…

I like to do this early on a Sunday morning.
Get it done early and the day is ahead for whatever else needs doing.
Like napping. 😉

On Friday, Hubby had brought home an apple jack for me.
Not the traditional apple jack (distilled apple juice…nom nom nom!) but the pastry, which is, basically, an apple hand pie rolled in cinnamon and sugar. That was my breakfast, with coffee, while we went up to the Hay Guy’s place.

Once home, I figured with the lovely sunlight, I’d go take a few pictures of the Girls, while Hubby unloaded hay and straw (for chickens)…well, it didn’t take long for someone to figure out I had eaten something that any horse would love!

"Uh. Huh. So, you dare come in here smellng like apples and you have none for me? Really?!?" ~Cookie

“Uh. Huh.
So, you dare to come in here with apples on your breath and you have none for me?
Really?!?”
~Cookie

I tried to tell her it was an apple jack, that there was cinnamon involved, that she doesn’t like cinnamon (she’ll leave her beet pulp pail uneaten if there’s even a hint of cinnamon in it!), and well, quite honestly, she didn’t need any sweets. Seriously, her butt jiggles when she walks…sweet apple pies are not what she needs.

Yeah, her face says it all.
“Uh. Huh. Screw you, hooman…”
😉

On Cussing and Banana Bread

I’m making banana bread today.
I have 4 bananas left from the bag of 17 I bought at Wal-mart last week…yep, you read that right. I bought bananas at Wal-mart.
If you know me even a little bit, you know, when it comes to Wal-mart, I’m not a fan.
I think the quality of their products is lesser (which is why it’s often so cheap) and I don’t like many of their corporate practices.
Oh, and it’s always busy, and I have problems with crowds.

But…

Their clearance section in the produce and bread aisles absolutely rock!!
My point. 17 bananas for $1.
Yeah.
I have 4 left…
I ate 7, 3 went into an angel food cake dessert, and 3 went to the chickens. For $1.
I’m seriously considering clearing out a clearance rack of bananas to make a batch of banana wine.
For today though, it’s going to be a banana bread day. 😉

Last night, I was working on editing my Yule photos.
On New Year’s Day, we finally managed to get decent enough weather that I could make the attempt to create what I was envisioning.
There is this photographer I follow on FB, Aneta Novotna…super talented, gorgeous images of amazingly gorgeous horses…well, she did a shoot with a fjord horse, a christmas tree and a santa hat…it was gorgeous. I mean, I was gushing at the beauty of it. I still am!
And, I really wanted to recreate the idea here at the farm.

Well, instead of an insanely beautiful horse with a perfect tree, I got this:

"Hey Mom, you put apples on the tree??" ~Ruby

“Hey Mom, you put apples on the tree??”
~Ruby

And that’s when the cussing started…

Now, I know cussing is something that bothers some folks. Around here, and well, anywhere there’s livestock, cussing is a way of life.
I don’t mean that every second word is a swear, but there are times that they just come out…kinda like yesterday’s blog post when I said people should just “slow the fuck down”…I know I didn’t *need* to swear, but at the same time, it gets the point across.

Here we have my Hubby on the side of the highway, in the frigid cold, and cars are zooming by, not slowing down, not moving over…guys, that’s my world there! I get it, people are in a hurry, gotta get to work, gotta do this, gotta do that…but 30 seconds to slow up and ease over to the other lane so that the guy stuck on the side of the highway can do what he needs to do and then get home safe isn’t going to end your world. But, if you’re not careful, your actions could end mine. All for the want of 30 extra seconds.
That, my friends, warrants a “slow the fuck down”…
Oh, and he did get the tire changed safely, with the help of my brother, who got up at 4:35am and went out to help him.
He’s a good human, that brother of mine.

And then there’s this silly horse…
Who thought that she should eat that plastic non-apple, and in less than a second, had that thing in her mouth and was trotting away, while I yelled at her “Drop that ball you stupid fucking bitch!!”

Yep. Livestock inspires cussing.

Thankfully, she did drop it when Hubby walked towards her and simple said, low and growly “Ruby…”, and ploop, out came that ball…and into her mouth he went with his hands, to make sure she didn’t have the wire caught in there.
Again, thankfully, she didn’t. Turns out, after reviewing the images (D90 is 4.5 fps) we saw that the wire had come off when Ruby pulled the ball from the tree and flipped back into the snow.
Some frigid digging later and we found that…Yay!
That ended my attempts at a pretty, serene and relaxed, decorated tree photo shoot. 😉

We did leave the trees out in the pasture for the Girls to nibble and play with. They’ve been having fun with that. Hopefully, they’ll do when I can get to my camera. If not, well, I’ll just have to enjoy it for all y’all. 😉

One more shot from the tree attempt:

My Old Ladies...

My Old Ladies…

They were just having a moment, my Old Ladies were. ❤

 

For more images by the talented Aneta Novotna, check out her galleries here.