Measure

“Intense love does not measure,
It just gives.”
~Mother Teresa

❤ Ruby ❤

Getting Ruby set up for her black background portrait.
She was 100% convinced that this was too hard for her to do, even though it was inside her own shelter.
Here she gets some comfort from her Human…breathing in his scent for as long as she needed so she had the confidence to do hard things. 😉

An example of the finished portrait…

Farm Kitties

Every where I go on the Farm, there’s a cat.
Here a cat…
There a cat…
Every where a cat, cat…

Today I wanted to take a few shots of the horses dozing in the sunlight. Instead, I took kitty pictures.

Xena, asking for belly rubs…

She does love a good belly rub, that girl!
Then I hear meowing…

Ghost (in front) and Trouble

Every where Ghost goes, it’s with a conversation. He’s a talker that boy. Oh, and he’s a pretty big fan of the whole belly rub thing too.
So much for my big tough TomCat!

“Do you mind??!?”
~Gabrielle

She popped into a hoof hole to have a pee…seemed like a fine time to take her picture. Clearly, she is not impressed!
Notice the Ghost influenced eyes…she is obviously his daughter, seeing as how her Mama (Fiona) was a Siamese with blue eyes.

Finally, one from Saturday…

Max and Ruby

Just in case you don’t understand why this is hilarious to me, here’s a link:

Max and Ruby

Happy Wednesday…only 5 more days to Spring!!

Friday’s Hunt Feb. 26

This week’s Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills had a prompt that had me stumped. I had never heard of “Chiaroscuro” before.
Ever the curious human, and always looking for a photography challenge, I googled the term.

“Chiaroscuro” is an oil painting technique that uses strong tonal contrasts between light and dark, to create a dramatic effect.

Ahhh!! Yes, I can do this…and it was the perfect prompt for something I had been wanting to try with the Girls.
And so, here’s my offerings for this week’s Friday’s Hunt…

Starts with H

Heh. Horses. What else?

It's my Peanut Gallery!

It’s my Peanut Gallery!

Hubby was working on trying to convince Ruby that walking into the shelter on the lead rope was an easy thing for her to do. These 2 were watching (and probably laughing at) Ruby acting like she was going to die if she went into the scary black place. LOL!

Week’s Favorite

Two words for this horse when she poses…

<3

Rock.
Star.

She is absolutely perfect.

Chiaroscuro

This…

cookie-bbg-feb-2017-wm
No words…just is.
Perfection.

Embrace the Chaos!

I’ve come to the conclusion that will be my theme for all 2017 photo shoots.

Embrace the Chaos

My attempts at calm, serene, ethereal images (much like other equine photographers capture) have gone far awry.
Y’know, for a while I was frustrated with it…but then, I thought, that’s life here. We’re not calm, serene, ethereal people, nor are our animals.
So, when I went out today to attempt some sort of heart themed photo shoot (because V-Day is coming and even though we don’t acknowledge it, I do like a themed photo shoot) and it didn’t work out like I had hoped (a horse with a thick winter coat won’t show a trimmed pattern unless you shave it into their coat. Trust me, shaving Cookie in any way ain’t gonna happen!!) I fell back on Embrace the Chaos and just took pictures…and then gave the camera to my Kid, who took 2 of today’s images.

Here we are, my offerings for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills

Starts with F

Today was a day of feet!
It was Sable’s turn to get a trim, and she was making sure Hubby did it right:

"Make sure it looks good too, Dad!" ~Sable

“Make sure it looks good too, Dad!”
~Sable

She has a thing for watching her feet being done.
She does it with Hubby.
She does it with Michele.
It’s a Bella thing. 😉

Week’s Favorite

This… ❤

<3

My Kid captured my Girl and I in a moment.

Heart

So, I wanted to cut out a heart pattern on her rump, like a My Little Pony cutie mark…didn’t work. At. All.
Lipstick on her forehead last year was much better.
Maybe I’ll do that again tomorrow…we’ll see.
Instead my Kid captured this:

Me and my SweetHeart

Me and my SweetHeart

That’ll do for heart, I believe. 🙂

How You Doin’?

Hey, how was your week?

Ours was…ah, it was a week.
Last Friday, Ms Cookie went off her feed.
Oh, she was still eating hay and drinking just fine, but she refused her beet pulp. That is so out of character for her.
There was no cinnamon, no bananas, no bread (these are all things she’s convinced will poison her) in her bucket. Just her normal soaked beet pulp and ground flax. Same thing she’s been eating for the past 2 1/2 years. Same thing she comes galloping in for…
Friday though, she refused it.
I wasn’t overly worried, because I had put a slice of banana in earlier in the week, and didn’t scrub her bucket afterwards…have I mentioned she likes her bucket spotless? Yeah, gotta scrub her bucket once a week, minimum.

Saturday though…

Came home from the stable to find her napping in the sunset.

<3

So, I went and snapped a few pictures. Then I rubbed her back and rump. She likes that. 😉
Meanwhile, The Kid had gotten the beet pulp ready and taken it out to hang up for them.
Cookie didn’t even bother getting up.

Okay, now I was beginning to worry.
Time to check pulse, temperature, gum colour…
Everything was normal.
*stumped*

Hubby brought hay to the feeders, and she got up and went to eat hay.
Ooookay…
Huh.
So, I went and got a handful of canning salt and offered it to her.
She licked a bit up off my hand, but for the most part, she wasn’t interested. But, was still eating her hay.
So, after making sure I could hear her tummy working, I left her to eat.

And that’s been my week.
Oh, toss in a nausea inducing migraine for me too.
Brought on by the stress of worrying about my big Dork, no doubt.

By Tuesday, she still hadn’t eaten more than a mouthful from her bucket, so I scrubbed it again, rinsed it with an apple cider vinegar/water solution (which I gave to the chickens 😉 ) and soaked a red solo cup of alfalfa cubes with a 1/2 cup beet pulp, and scaled her flax back to 1/2 cup.

That she ate about half of.
Still not normal, but definite improvement.
And that’s where we’re at, feed wise. More alfalfa cubes than beet pulp, flax at 1/2 cup, and she’s eating more and more of it.
Yesterday, she even picked a fight with Astrid…though, I tell ya, I think some of the problems this week have to do with Astrid throwing her weight around. Cookie is still second in the herd and Astrid doesn’t like it. So, when Cookie shows even the teeniest bit of weakness, Astrid is all over her.
Hubby’s theory is that during some asshat-ery, Cookie tweaked something, and was sore from it. Astrid jumped on it, pushing her around and jockeying for herd position. Cookie, not feeling 100% already, felt the stress of it, and went off her feed.

It does make some sense, since, as she’s eating more and more of her pail, she’s snapping at Astrid’s little pushiness movements.
Like, yesterday, she chased Astrid up the snow drift, biting her the whole way. And, when Astrid tried to come down to retaliate, Cookie bit her fetlock (that’s how tall the drift is!).

Either way, made me worry myself sick about it all.
Never a good time. 😦

Edited to add:
She hasn’t refused all food. She’s been eating her hay like normal, she’s been drinking just fine, and things are coming out the other end as they should be.
It’s her daily pail of beet pulp that she was refusing.
She hasn’t lost weight, and yes, she’s been seen by the vet. 🙂

Napping and ignoring The Kid. ;)

Napping and ignoring The Kid. 😉

"Ugh. Child woke me from my nap!" ~Cookie

“Ugh. Child woke me from my nap!”
~Cookie

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…”
😉

And This Makes 3!

Third week in a row…yay me!
Prompts for this week’s Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills are Starts with C, Week’s Favorite, and Odd Angle.

Starts with C

Can ya guess?
I don’t really need to tell you, do I?

The Cookie!

The Cookie! ❤

Who else could we possibly use for a “starts with C” prompt?
This is another one of those sunset shots…she’s all bright-eyed and alert because Hubby just came out of the house with the beet pulp pails. Beet pulp makes Ms Cookie a happy Girl. 🙂

Week’s Favorite

Oh!
Oh!
How long and low can you go?

long-and-lowI love those long, low, stretched out necks during a trot…it’s a super sexy thing when a well put together horse does that…these 2 look so good when they do! ❤

Odd Angle

Doesn’t get much odder than this:

Well, alrighty then...

Well, alrighty then…

And, in honour of Starts with C, all the pictures have Cookie in them.
🙂