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Millings

Millings

  We have a pile of millings now in the middle of our driveway. It’s a big pile, but we probably need about five more. What are millings, you might well be asking? ……………….well, they are ground-up, old asphalt from roads that are under construction or being changed and/or repaired.     An assortment of people (all owning dump trucks) show up at your gate (at ANY time of day &/or night!) with a heaping load of these millings.  And…

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Plodding On

Plodding On

  Today should prove to be a banner day. We start with an Ag person coming from the Extension Office of the University of Florida to look at stuff in our pasture and on our farm… Our appointment has been delayed a few times and it was hard to get her out here.       She must be busy. I’m hoping she will be coerced into taking and testing soil samples. I’m good at coercing. Remember my self-proclaimed obnoxious-icity?…

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Final Frontier?

Final Frontier?

  I just did an Emily-Post-politness-thing at my old posting place at my older daughter’s suggestion. I went to my old site and invited anybody who was still over there, to come over here, because this is where I am now…………at my new site………..where-ever this is……………..or that was. So……………..I have done that. And now I’m here.             And you’re there, and at the same time here. …………….I am welcoming you, in the best etiquette-ally appropriate…

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Baby Chicks & Figure Skating

Baby Chicks & Figure Skating

  Old meets new. Or maybe it’s old meets older. Farm-life and Sports Medicine. I swear there’s a correlation here (well, in my life anyway). This morning bright & early, I had the telephone right by my side.  I was expecting a phone call from the United States Postal Service. I knew this was going to happen, because I was sent the up-date & tracking information for my order of chicks which was being processed and shipped from Missouri.  …

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And Then There Were Eight

And Then There Were Eight

      Whimsy has returned. Whimsy is an Irish Wolfhound. Whimsy is Fey’s and Molly’s litter-mate.  Their mom was Mimzy.   I take breeding Wolfhounds seriously.  I love the breed.  I love it’s antiquity.  I love the individual hound’s quirks.     They are a quirk-filled breed. They are sensitive and stubborn. Lousy noses……………. great vision.     But what sticks out for me is their intuitive caring. They are sympathetic and empathetic……..they can’t necessarily help in a situation…….but…

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Okay, This is Funny……………(?)

Okay, This is Funny……………(?)

  I just figured out how to down-load photos from the camera chippy-things. I’ve “crunched” over 3000 photos into my media library. ……………..see, I told you I was taking pictures…(I also killed another camera in Patrice’s bibs)-(I’m buying a water-proof/dust-proof one next). And guess what?         I’ve jammed my computer… All I’m getting is that multi-colored pinwheel everywhere… Hence, no photos for this post… But my desktop page looks like an FBI Crime-Scene Photo-Board. This is a…

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All’s Quiet—–So Far

All’s Quiet—–So Far

  Nothing to report. Everyone appears to be still standing and breathing…. Isn’t that great! We are getting back some results on some tests from Becky’s necropsy. Poisoning………….yes. But what type……? It’s NOT from cattle feed mistakenly mixed with horse feed. It doesn’t appear to be nitrate poisoning, which would have been from fertilizers left on hay… Our vet did get a positive return that there was botulism in Becky’s manure AND the sampled compressed alfalfa hay that he sent…

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Annie

Annie

  We lost Annie, too. She was the last one surviving from that pasture. She died with the same symptoms, but I’m sure loneliness played a huge part in her death………….she was so bonded with Sonja. ~~~~~~~~~When we bought Sonja…………….Annie had to be part of the deal.  She charged into that horse trailer and didn’t leave Sonja’s side the entire drive home~~~~~~~~ We’ve met more of our neighbors. Apparently, Annie had a lot of names……………..she seemed to have been a…

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When In Doubt…….Test Everything

When In Doubt…….Test Everything

  The post’s title says it all. And this is what we are doing. “Things” are being Over-Night’d and FedEx’d and U.P.S.’d everywhere. Cultures and petri dishes take various amounts of time to percolate and crystalize and separate…………but we are keeping a lot of slurries of agar very, very busy. My older daughter says that agar smells like chicken soup.  She identified the smell in the expensive, botulism-anti-toxin plasma that my husband drove up to Ocala to pick up last…

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It’s Not Over Yet………….

It’s Not Over Yet………….

R.I.P.  Becky   Becky and Mystic have now both gone. Annie has been left alone in a pasture that had seven other horses in it just a week ago. We had Becky’s body taken to the State Lab for a necropsy. Maybe we will learn something………………………some reason why they have all died. We were giving penicillin shots along with a drench of Metronidazole…………………..it was obviously pointless……………..but we’ll keep doing it for Annie until this is over. The horses in the…

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