Except the water on the beet pulp's gone cold and I want to run some hot water in there.
Except since it's raining and 45 degrees, I want to put a rain sheet on Solo.
Except he's got festy gnat bites on his belly that won't heal and I want to clip around them and spray tea tree oil on there.
Then I decide to go ahead and clip his back white foot because the fungus is always attacking.
Then I need to smear some more desitin on that foot anyway.
Then I need to take Solo's rain sheet off of Encore and put it on Solo.
Now Encore gets Solo's mid-weight blanket because it's not QUITE cold enough for his winter blanket but he's skinny so he needs more than a sheet.Then Danny needs his sheet because it's wet and cold.
Danny and Solo can finally go out but now I have three leftovers.
Tigger's pasturemate is out of town and he can't stay alone. I can put Tigger with Pete and Encore but now they all need their own hay piles.
Except there are no open hay bales so now I need to climb the stack in the extra stall and roll a couple down.
Then I need to take hay out to each horsey so no one feels left out.
Then I have to scrub all the feed buckets so they are ready for the next morning.
Then I discover Tigger and Pete both left presents in their stalls for me.
Then I need to sweep up fallen hay and make sure everyone has water.
An hour and a half later, I can finally go home.
This sounds like me on every crappy weather day we have. It is like a crazy, wet, juggling act that I am sure the horses find throughly entertaining.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like me! It takes me 45 minutes to feed two horses, lol.
ReplyDeleteMy husband just laughs when I say I'm going out to the barn for a "few minutes."
ReplyDeleteI have never gone to the barn for less than 1 hour and thirty minutes, regardless of what I needed to do. The barn is a black hole (of work and fun) and my watch ceases to work as soon as I reach the driveway to horseland.
ReplyDeleteHahha, yessss, I am not the only one who gets sucked into the zone where space-time ceases to exist!
ReplyDeleteLisa, I think you win!
Yep. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, there is definitely a black hole in the barn, even though it's only a few feet from my house. How does this happen???
ReplyDeleteJen, the only thing I can figure out is that horse atoms conglomerate to form a wormhole, into which we are temporarily transported when we enter the building. Their gravitational force has a half-life of at least an hour and only then does it weaken enough for us to break free.
ReplyDeleteAnd that was my morning!
ReplyDeleteTee hee...amazing how time flies when you're doing barn chores. I wish the clock moved that fast when I'm at my day job.
ReplyDeleteHa, the same happens to me every single night. Not so bad in the morning when I know that I have to get all the chores done timely so I can get to work on time. My barn is my zen so I figure the more time I spend out there relaxing the better off I am.
ReplyDeleteIt's true, "Barn Time" bears no relation to the actual time/space continuum! :-)
ReplyDeleteThe zen -- perfect, that is EXACTLY what it is. Time stops mattering and you can just be.
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