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To Bamboo…..Or Not To Bamboo…..

To Bamboo…..Or Not To Bamboo…..

*******Please Subscribe To My Blog…..It Really Helps******* CLICK HERE***Maybe This Link Will Get You To My Tick Tock Channel*** Well…that’s the question….. We’ve started having people leaning over the front fence trying to feed and attract the horses to come closer….. In the past…..I was cool with that….. …..not so much anymore….. …..I’m sure you remember…..four years ago we lost so many (9) of our horses (our friends) to poisoning….. ~~~”The Final Report”, Blog-Post~~~ ~~~”It’s Not Over Yet”, Blog-Post~~~ We…

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………………………And We’re Waiting………………………

………………………And We’re Waiting………………………

So this is what happens inside a horse mom….. *****Foaling Basics***** A foal develops for about eleven months (give or take sixty days—–yep, SIXTY (60) days!) Ahead of birthing…..the baby drops down lower into the mare’s belly and the future mom can even appear to have a sway-back at that time… Then ideally, as the foal is being readied for delivery, the baby (somehow) organizes itself… ……and starts to travel back towards the mare’s pelvic-girdle…..while it’s twisting around to be…

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When? Addy! When?

When? Addy! When?

I hate this part… I hated waiting when I was pregnant… I hate waiting now… I want to DO something… Dr. Stevie Wonder said Addy would deliver sometime in May or June… …..well, fifty percent of that time is over now………….STEVIE!! Twiddling thumbs is not my strong point….. Addy’s looking large….. …..she always looks large…..now, she’s absolutely ginormous… …..it’s fun playing the game of trying to guess what the pokie-bit is that’s jutting out on her side….. …..is it 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 older daughter’s friend drove up to Ocala to pick…

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Sub-Tropical Cold

Sub-Tropical Cold

  Hoo!  Boy!  We’ve had another cold snap……………this one was more of a cold slap/crack/and or punch. Floridians don’t handle cold well. But we Hunted!                    I had on my newly acquired Cuddle Duds…………my new insulated underwear from our local Walmart. They appear to fit under my breeches (and that’s a feat in itself—–because there is little to no extra room in my breeches).       Double socks (but that’s normal)….

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