It's not really like me to sit around and sigh for long when I can't ride my little project. It's not as if there is ever a shortage of things that need tending to!
I always work very hard to make sure that I keep my BO's happy no matter where I am. While Solo has become a very easy horse to take care of, Encore practically needs his own wait staff. With five kinds of food, a wheedling plea for better hay, and constant adjustments to try and get back all the weight he dropped in the farm move, I want to simplify and contribute as much as I can to the farm. I will bend over backwards and work all day long to make my boys' home the best it can be.
Feeding spreadsheet duct taped to bins on waterproof paper? Check!
Supply my own shed for all my eventing crap so I take up zero barn space? Check!
Prepare the next feeding myself whenever I am there so the next feeder has life easy? Check!
Perform archaeological dig in shed, cleaning it, and add some gravel and stall mats to stabilize the floor? Check!
SmartPak it up so there is no supplement scooping or buckets to fill up the shelves? Check!
Cap all the t-posts? Check!
I even go further. Given that the boys are now on full pasture board and the pasture horses are fed via gator feed transpot, I provided colour coded buckets with their own labels thanks to SmartPak's ingenious covers (seriously an awesome invention)! You can't tell in the picture, but yes, their names are embroidered in TFS powder blue.
And while I liked my shed, divided neatly in half so I could imprison Solo and Encore could eat his dinner in peace, its open sides meant it only really provided shade at oh, noonish, and only was a rain shelter if the rain came straight down with no wind (pretty much never). So while the BO had offered to enhance the shed construction when he had more funds in a few months, I decided to take an afternoon and give the boys some sunblock on their western wall. The BO can consider it his early Christmas present.
Of course, I had forgotten that sheets of treated plywood weigh 47,000 lbs, so everyone in Lowe's got to see me fall flat on my face when one dragged me over. Oh, and also that lumber costs a gazillion dollars. And I invented some pretty interesting rock climbing moves to get the top crossbeams up. But I conquered it all myself except the two top sheets of plywood (yeah, you try it!) so I roped in one of the women who works at the barn (horsewomen are awesome and can do anything) to help me lift and screw in the top sheets and cover boards for the seams. Four 4' x 8' sheets of plywood, four 2 x 4 x 10's, a box of super-magic treated lumber screws, and a lot of acrobatics and "magic words" later...
These horses better freaking love me.
I always work very hard to make sure that I keep my BO's happy no matter where I am. While Solo has become a very easy horse to take care of, Encore practically needs his own wait staff. With five kinds of food, a wheedling plea for better hay, and constant adjustments to try and get back all the weight he dropped in the farm move, I want to simplify and contribute as much as I can to the farm. I will bend over backwards and work all day long to make my boys' home the best it can be.
Feeding spreadsheet duct taped to bins on waterproof paper? Check!
Supply my own shed for all my eventing crap so I take up zero barn space? Check!
Prepare the next feeding myself whenever I am there so the next feeder has life easy? Check!
Perform archaeological dig in shed, cleaning it, and add some gravel and stall mats to stabilize the floor? Check!
SmartPak it up so there is no supplement scooping or buckets to fill up the shelves? Check!
Cap all the t-posts? Check!
I even go further. Given that the boys are now on full pasture board and the pasture horses are fed via gator feed transpot, I provided colour coded buckets with their own labels thanks to SmartPak's ingenious covers (seriously an awesome invention)! You can't tell in the picture, but yes, their names are embroidered in TFS powder blue.
And while I liked my shed, divided neatly in half so I could imprison Solo and Encore could eat his dinner in peace, its open sides meant it only really provided shade at oh, noonish, and only was a rain shelter if the rain came straight down with no wind (pretty much never). So while the BO had offered to enhance the shed construction when he had more funds in a few months, I decided to take an afternoon and give the boys some sunblock on their western wall. The BO can consider it his early Christmas present.
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After. The prisoner entreats in futility. |