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,Β  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.
πŸ˜€

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.
❀

Just a Funny Picture

A couple of months ago, I traded a digital thermometer for a 500gb external hard drive. I got the thermometer for a smoking hot deal of $20, and actually bought 2 of them. Along came someone who said, “Hey, I have this hard drive I don’t need, because I upgraded to a 2 TB one, wanna trade?” and I said “Uh, ‘Kay”.

First thing I did was empty my memory card and format it. First time in far too long…and now, as I’m still working on the stable portraits I did in April (this is why I don’t market myself as a photographer, only sell art prints…because I’m a terrible hired photographer), I’m finding images of my own horses that are awesome, adorable, or just plain downright hilarious.

I have 1 folder I have been avoiding for the past year too.
It’s the one with all the images of Cookie colicking, when I didn’t realize it was colic, until after I was done shooting.
I just can’t bring myself to look at them, and I can’t delete them either.
So they sit there.
But, at least I have a whole lot of space for them to sit in now. πŸ˜‰

What I found though, was another image that just makes me smile…

Having a darn good roll.

She was as happy as a pig in…well, you know… πŸ˜‰

It was a muddy, messy, sloppy day, she was starting to shed out the winter coat and was itchy, and rolling around in the muddy messy slop was fun.
And no, I will not apologize for having her “parts on display”, and nope, I will not “protect her dignity”.
Both were things I was told by an anonymous commenter when I posted a similar image of Sable a while back…
This horse has no dignity when it comes to rolling around like a pig in muddy slop.
Hahahaha!!!
πŸ˜€

Also, I tried to figure out a way I could make this post/image work with The Daily Post’s prompt for today, Bumble.
I couldn’t come up with anything, so I’m just shamelessly linking to the post anyways. πŸ˜‰

Smokey Ruby

A few more images from the smudge fire…
This horse sure does love a good smoke bath, that’s for sure!

“It’s just so relaxing, Mama!”
~ Ruby

Grit is that ‘extra something’ that separates the most successful people from the rest.
It’s the passion, perseverance, and stamina that we must channel in order to stick with our dreams until they become a reality.
~ Travis Bradberry

What does it take to be the first female anything?
It takes grit, and it takes grace.
~ Meryl Streep

Above her ears, you can actually see the heat coming off the smoke…Ruby don’t care. No bugs are buggin’ her while she stands in the smoke. ❀

One of the greatest boons that can ever come to a human being is to be born on a farm and reared in the country.
Self-reliance and grit are oftenest country-bred.
~ Orison Swett Marden

A Few Random Pictures

It is full on haying season, and I’m cutting every day that weather looks clear for a few days. That means I’m sometimes too busy to take pictures…cutting hay by hand really is a labour of love. πŸ™‚ ❀
Or insanity. πŸ˜›
Probably insanity.

In the meantime, I have a few random images to share with y’all…

TroubleCat

Little brat is sticking his tongue out at me. lol
Every where I go there is a cat near by. This time I was, once again, taking early morning pictures of the horses, and Trouble felt he should be my feline chaperone.

The Cookie ❀

This sight is what drew me out of the house on a chilly, gloomy morning, camera in hand.
At first I wanted to be sure she was far enough away from the fence to be able to get up safely…she has a terrible habit of standing right next to the fence, and then just plopping her butt down. She’s gotten herself cast up against it a few times now, so every time I see the fool out by the fence, I check on her. Just in case.
As you can see from the photo, she was far enough away to be fine, and yet close enough to make a lovely picture.

And then, there’s our Sable…

So not graceful…

Horses getting up is the least graceful sight ever.
LOL!

Those grumpy ears are because I was laughing at her…
She can move so beautifully, like she’s floating over the ground…and when she bucks and kicks? The power is incredible to see…
This is just funny.
We love her anyways. πŸ˜‰

Catching up on the Friday’s Hunt

All right, so I missed last week.
It’s been gray and gloomy and rainy here.
Not much for pictures, and even less energy…but this week, I’m catching up with prompts from last week as well.

First set of images are for the prompts Starts with X, Week’s Favorite and Insect.

Starts with X

When you have no idea how to approach a prompt, you hit the google and type in “words that start with x” and read the Scrabble websites for ideas.
That’s how I hit upon “xenobiotics”…though, now that I think of it, I coulda just used Xena, my warrior princess barn cat. LOL! Mighta been too easy…

Anyways…xenobioticsΒ are something we use on the Girls. In fact, we spend quite a bit of money on them and a ton of time trying to apply them…a xenobiotic is a “chemical foreign to or not produced by an organism” such as a pesticide…’round here we call it “bug juice” and we slather it on the horses as much as possible.

After a healthy (or maybe not so healthy) application bug juice, we see this sight a lot!

Bug juice makes for happy horses, because sleeping is so much easier. ❀

Week’s Favorite

Ruby ❀

Do I really need to explain why this is a favorite? I’m sure I don’t. πŸ™‚

Insect

With the rains, come the mosquitoes…and that’s our insects. Many, many, many insects.
Which is why we spend so much money on xenobiotics (I’m loving using that! lol!) so that instead of running and stomping, we see this:

Nice face, Roo πŸ˜‰

Much better than dropping weight running from bugs, or messing up hooves and legs from stomping. I’ll give ’em toxic skin coatings to save the other parts of them. πŸ˜‰

Now, for this week’s prompts. They are Starts with Y, Week’s Favorite and Splash.

Starts with Y

Ruby does some morning yoga stretches, while eyeing me. Just in case there’s some sort of horse treat coming to the fence…

(there were no treats to be had this day…because Round Ruby does not need treats. πŸ˜‰ )

Week’s Favorite

This:

The Cookie having fun.

After her bout of achy, painful joints keeping her down, this was wonderful to see. Her playing, leaping, bucking, kicking and cantering.
Does this woman’s ❀ good to see.
The near daily application of the ointment is helping her.
I’m loving that.

Splash

Splashing and playing in the rains…

Oy! Dirty girl!

Taken out the livingroom window while the rains were coming down…they were just having a grand time running and playing.

Sharing for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills.

Imaginary

There is nothing imaginary about the benefits horses provide to the lives of people who love them and live with them.

Are they a lot of work?
Oh, hell yeah…and they eat money like there’s no tomorrow.
Oh and some, like this one:

❀ Sable ❀

Can injure themselves at the drop of a hat…or just standing still.

But, y’know, I can’t imagine life without them now.
Even with the headstrong ones:

“Nyah. I’ll do what I want, when I want…”
~Ruby

And the little bit damaged ones:

My Love…
Only I am willing to put up with her quirkiness and crochetyness…

And the playful, adorable ones:

That forelock!!
So long, so beautiful…

Life is better with horses.

Past few days have been blazing hot, so we’ve been working long hours getting things done in the garden. Hubby’s been working long hours at work too. Some days, it seems too hard to do this Farm thing. So much to do, so little time to do it.
And then…
When we call it for the evening, sit on the deck with a drink, while waiting for supper to cook, we watch the horses wander, eat and play.
It’s all worth it.

Life is good.
Busy, hard, crazy and with lots of heavy lifting…
But good.
πŸ™‚

Friday’s Hunt May28th

Yet another day of rain.
Last weekend it rained for 2 days straight, and we didn’t get the garden tilled.
Yesterday, we were at the Stable, and by the time we got home, it was too late for yard work…well, once chores were done…and I was ready for wine.
So, tilling got shoved off to today. And now? Rain.
*sigh*

Next week, after work, we’ll have to get it done. I have tomatoes, and peppers that need a big dirt place to grow. πŸ˜‰
They’re out-growing their little pots, and ready to branch out.
Oh, and The Kid’s sunflowers are already 2 feet tall…in the house.
lol
We need to get things planted…
We’ll get there.

This week’s prompts for Friday’s Hunt hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills are Starts with U, Week’s Favorite, and Kids.
I’ll also be sharing this with The Daily Post, who’s prompt today is Radiate.

Starts with U

It can be difficult to come up with an idea for U…
Luckily, I was out taking pictures behind the barn at the Stable yesterday, and the sky was a gorgeous blue…shades of ultramarine perhaps?
Maybe I’m grasping at straws with the colour.
Henry sure looks upset with Remus…they were just playing though.
Horses don’t always play nice. Oft times teeth and hooves are involved…and sometimes the photographer (me!) is lucky enough to capture the shot.

Remus (left) and Henry

As an aside, Henry was the very first horse The Kid rode at the Stable…she fell head over heels in love with him and we started down our path of horses. All this *waves arms around her* can be blamed on the delightfully silly black gelding.
Not that I’m complaining. πŸ˜‰

Week’s Favorite

Tough one this week.
I had a very good week with my camera.
Yay!!
So, I’ll give y’all these 2:

Waking up from a nap…

We’re having tea together in the mornings.
Every spring, with the planting going on around us, she has allergy issues with her eyes. So, we share a cup of sweet tea while I use the cooled tea bag to clean the crusties out of her eyes.
In the fall, with the harvest, we’ll do it all over again.

I love this one… ❀

All the dust is from our neighbours, who have a race track in the back of their property. They race beater cars for fun on Friday and Saturday nights.
It’s all in good fun, and the dust makes for a grand back drop for black horses. If you look close, she has 1 long piece of hay hanging out of her mouth…she carried that with her from the west side of the pasture, trotting around in a tizzy because of the cars on the track…a 1/2 mile away.
Silly horse. πŸ˜‰

Kids

I always call my horses 1200lb toddlers.
Horses are just like kids.
Yesterday at the barn, Marty, that adorable little paint gelding, showed just how much like kids horses really can be…
Every day, the horses are brought back into the barn for their grain, and to be tucked in for the night.
It’s been beautiful out this past week, so they’ve been staying out later and later, and wanting to come in less and less.
Poor Marty, the last thing he wanted to do was to come in…

“I’m just eating this bit of grass here first, ‘kay?”
~Marty

And then, when the stablehand went to get him, he turned around and trotted back out to his corral…where he discovered everyone else had already come in for their grain.
LOL!
So he turned and reluctantly came in and went to his stall.
He was just like a little kid crying “I don’t wanna go to bed!”

And finally, another favorite from the week:

Cookie practices her unicorn poses as the sun rises.

“People are influenced by what we are, what we radiate.
This has greater appeal than what we say.”
~Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

She has most definitely been radiating peace and calm energies lately.
That is a wonderful thing. ❀