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Farm Gates

Farm Gates

I’m probably premature in writing this…   I should probably wait until after this year’s hurricane season is complete before I take an inventory of unscathed gates… But my memory is poop and I’ll probably forget if I don’t write about it now. So here goes…   I was scanning through my photos and I saw a plethora of demolished gate pictures……. …….so I figured the topic could be a good/fun/(expensive) blog post.     Metal gates are a mainstay…

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Just Another Day…

Just Another Day…

  Today started out the way most days start out… I got cracked on the head when I was dumping feed into the buckets for the drafts.   Addy was so excited about her breakfast, that she swung her head up over mine, trying to get to her meal faster. She successfully hit me in the head with her cement-like-jawbone… Immediately after that, I had to medicate Claire’s legs from where the summer flies have created a couple of weeping…

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New Blacksmith

New Blacksmith

  Draft horses aren’t popular with blacksmiths or farriers. Bane is probably too strong a word.  But something pretty close to that.         They are just so big and heavy.  And some of them are leaners.       Blacksmiths can make a good living never having to shoe a draft horse.  Paso Finos and Mini Ponies need shoes too, and they are so much easier on a blacksmith’s back.       What you want is…

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One More Time Around

One More Time Around

  The stronger bit for Violet has arrived!  HA!  Horse! Try spinning me off again! But before that, Ruby will be my steed.  But Ruby is “barn sour”, “pasture sour”, “herd bound”, “buddy sour”………………….by any name, it’s a pain.  And it’s a sorrow. I haven’t ridden regularly for so long, they have all gotten used to reclining in the pasture, eating alfalfa and bon-bons…………………..while sipping on sweet tea.       And then I get my last (hopefully) joint replaced…

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You Know You’re Tired When………..

You Know You’re Tired When………..

    Got up.  Dealt with bounding house animals. Checked tea pot for left-over tea.  Started new kettle.  Washed out tea pot while nuking left-over tea from yesterday.  Thought about composting tea bags.  Decided not to (again).  Dealt with newly-found dirty dishes in sink.  It’s magic how they materialize after midnight. Used hot water to clean gathered eggs found in a pail by the sink (that one’s on me, I left them there).  Lined up cleaned eggs to air-dry on…

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Oh, But Wait—–There’s More

Oh, But Wait—–There’s More

Just when I was worried I was running out of things to journal about……………… #Life happens.       This would all go under the residual-Hurricane-Irma-effect.  Because it’s hard to electrify a fence when it’s mostly under-water. But where to start………?  All the goats in the front yard?             Nope…………….. This afternoon my daughter was trying to get ready for a really nice evening with her boyfriend at the orchestra.  I was doing the monthly…

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What We Do—–Horse Breeding——-(but wait, there’s more…)

What We Do—–Horse Breeding——-(but wait, there’s more…)

We have draft horse girls. I took to heart a tee-shirt I once saw that said something like…………..I like draft horses because they make my back-side look small.          Not an easy feat. As a child in Ohio I remember laying on the ground by our side pasture fence with a big old brown horse on the other side.  (I now know as a Belgian Draft Horse).  I had my chin on my hands watching those big…

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An Acquired Taste

An Acquired Taste

I treasure my remaining friends.  I sometimes have tsunami-like-affects on relationships.  I have a propensity towards intenseness, or so I’ve been told.  My husband and I constantly circle-the-wagons.  We squinty-eye each other and keep the necessary, heaved-projectile distance apart.  We have this “dance” that has lasted…………….hmmmmmmmmmmm……………..forty years this coming August the sixth………………………the anniversary of the Enola Gay’s flight over Hiroshima.  I’m fairly sure there have been times when Paul wishes he had a full-time “taster” at his side at meal-times….

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New Hay Thingie

New Hay Thingie

It just arrived today. Our new hay thingie. It’s huge and galvanized. That means hopefully it’s draft horse-worthy. Our petite little ponies can be ruthless on equipment. When I figure out how to post pictures on this blog-thing-a-ma-jig, I will (don’t hold your breath though——-cyber-learning for me is at a glacial pace). But time will tell, with regards to our girls destroying the new hay toy.  Hopefully it will take a lot of time before they spindle & mutilate this…

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Bell

Bell

Bell is my favorite riding horse. She is a monster of a black Percheron mare. My definition for the horses on our farm is that they need to be rideable, drivable and breedable. Bell fits that definition on all fronts. Monarch is her beautiful tri-colored spotted son who is a perfect example of our warm-blood cross breeding that we are trying here. Plus, she’s sweet but she’s not the brightest crayon in the box. That’s really all right with me…

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