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Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
October 8, 2014
September 21, 2014
Riding Solo Makes Me Happy...And A Tiny Bit Frustrated
Partners |
How Does One Come To This Odd Conclusion?
I actually got to ride Solo yesterday, on the most glorious of Carolina fall mornings. Even as I fed him breakfast, I could feel the palpable restlessness flowing between us. It was a quiet, echoing chorus of, "let's ride, let's shine, let's be US."
Part of the beauty of eight years of partnership is knowing exactly which of your horse's joints need longer to loosen & the precise schooling exercises required to stretch the tightest muscles. Every ligament, every sinew in his body is yours because you have spent more than 3,000 days as a team of two become one.
Trademark Solo "forward walk sux" face |
After an obligatory Orange Horse protest on the principle of "forward because I say so," leg-yields were followed by shoulders-in followed by haunches-in suppling aging bodies (ahem, we won't say whose) at the walk. These are vital for Solo's hocks & back before asking him to step forward in trot.
Moving down to our dressage 'arena,' we coaxed his inside hind leg to truly step into my outside hand & kept that QH butt active. Creating that kinetic energy gives you something to work with, allowing you to create bend & corners & balance. We are nothing without forward.
As the days cool, it is harder on arthritic joints (let's not name names here either...), so I kept our canter warm-up brief, but correct because I really wanted to take him over a few very small jumps. It's a fine line, walked by feel, between pushing to strengthen & asking too much; I am always listening carefully to my horse.
Jumpy Jumpy!
We both wandered to catch our breath as I made a brief jump plan. Perhaps 8 or 10 efforts, with an emphasis on balance & softness for us both. I included extra care with my lines: he wears his trusty Cavallo Sport boots on his wussy front feet & there were still traces of dew on the grass.
Not so much like this (8 yrs ago!) |
Well, for most of them anyway. Did I mention learning? Yeah, it's still a process, a long, stumbling process, but a snail's progress is still progress!
When I got it right, we were...THERE. If Solo believes you won't fight him (I'm not sure why he wouldn't after our long history of, errrr, pulling matches, heh), he will jump & land & canter away like a lovely beast. He might take 3 or 4 quick steps, but that is where the trust comes in: I punch my instinct in the face, stay off his back, shove my fists into his neck on landing, & sit up. My trust is rewarded by his & we just...flow.
Um, So Which Part Of This Was Sucky Exactly??
Thanks to Priscilla & David & my clinicians & in no small part, to Encore, I am finally GETTING how to really use my leg, thigh, core, & upper body. I am GETTING how to ride the horse into the outside rein without sacrificing the forward energy. I am GETTING how to feel, process, & respond with the correct aids when my horse needs an adjustment.
Creepers gonna creep... |
We hear these things suggested, yelled, repeated, written to us & at us over & over & over throughout our riding lives, but it really isn't until the 10,000th time we feel the links connect & our brain & our muscles finally digest that feeling, that it becomes truly knowing.
I wouldn't call it a lightbulb. It's more like...a train. Sparks fly from wheels spinning on the tracks at first, while the locomotive strains to begin moving. But slowly, the momentum builds as the effort is put in, until, with enough time, you are rolling down the line.
So now I ride Solo & while I revel in how very little rein I need & how responsive he is to my lateral aids & how much FUN he is...I want to go back & do it all over again! I want the rider I am now to bring along the horse he was when we began, to do it better, to do it smarter.
As if I'd say maybe to Tennant! |
While it's a frustrating tickle in my head, at the same time, he made me & I made him. We learned from each other (even if it was "ok, never do that again") & I am still proud that we got here in spite of my fumbling about. What's that saying about a blind hog & acorns?
Besides, I lack a time machine unless The Doctor shows up. And even though it may have been a bumpy ride, Solo is still the one who carried me here. It is his wisdom, his quirks, his baggage, his personality, & his heart that continue to teach me, call me out, & remind me that every step counts. Both the mental & physical ones.
September 14, 2014
Ordering Could Save You Money…And Your Life!
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I continue to enjoy our appallingly stylish (if you’ve read for a while, you know my trendiness aversion!) bell boots & gloves (week two: still no holes!). But the goodies don’t end there: check out two more!
#1: Tired Of Losing Money In Trampled, Peed-On, Rolled-In Hay?
Another equine product that makes you want to throw things & scream: the Hay Net. The holes are too big. The holes are too small. That drawstring at the top has demonic intent to prevent the loading of any actual hay. If it doesn’t have a drawstring, the holes are too big...again. If the holes are just right & it lacks an evil drawstring, well, you must have entered a parallel universe of impossible fantasies.
Currently, I hang a small-hole drawstring net in the trailer. Yes, it makes me want to scream very bad words while filling it. But I love that I no longer lose huge quantities of
Mine!! |
Loves:
- I can walk up with 4 flakes balanced on one arm, pull the top wide open, & dump them in without loosing a bit
- Easily holds at least 1/2 a square bale
- Two simple mounting loops give you endless hanging options, including my carefully engineered “tie it to the rafters with hay string” technique
- Two sets of short “shoelaces” are sewn into the top binding so you can dissuade Dobbin from just shoving his entire head in
- Since the boys love to camp in their shed on rainy days, it lets Solo continue to “graze” under shelter & holds so much hay, I don’t have to worry about mid-day refills (not tested on Princess Encore-I-Like-To-Pee-In-My-Hay yet)
- After I add a double-ended snap to each hanging loop, I can hang or move it anywhere by simply unclipping & don’t have to mount anything permanent
Awesome MSPaint arrows indicate shoelaces |
- The enormous top-load is amazing; it could be even better if the “shoelaces” were not both sewn onto the same binding edge. I weave them to the other edge a couple times & tie a slip-knot for easy release, but it’s a bit awkward (hey, some people have weird, super-logical brains that struggle with lopsided things).
- Alternatively (& what I initially thought the “shoelaces” were), a simple drawstring inside the top binding with a cord lock, like this, would be awesome!
- Because the netting is softer than a traditional hay bag, it is easier for the horse to snag the hay, & hopefully will be less frustrating for Encore. However, after about 5 solid days of Solo-use, the net string on a bottom corner is unraveling & pulling out of the side binding. Mr. Shiny loves his hay & is serious about getting every scrap; it appears that the string is not strong enough for full-time shed residence.
Probably not the helmet I'd choose for deer season... |
While there are many things I love about the Carolinas, fall is not one of them. It’s perfect riding weather, the trees break out their technicolour dreamcoats, the demonic insects begin their retreat. What’s not to love?
Oh, it’s also rifle season for white-tailed deer.
A Little Perspective
As an employee of my state’s natural resource agency & a wildlife biologist, I get to see both sides of this…interesting time of year. Nearly all of my co-workers hunt deer, as well as ducks, doves, turkeys, & feral hogs with bows, muzzleloaders, shotguns, & rifles, as personal preference varies. And they do it right: each one is careful, responsible, ethical, educated, & experienced.
MN wins the prize for Best Safety Graphics |
We Can & Should Share The Woods, But Be Proactive
As a result, many of us simply stay out of the woods once rifle season begins (the bow hunters & muzzleloaders are so much better at paying attention). When we do head out on trails, we stick to state parks & private properties. Even then, I always wear my very sexy DOT safety vest from work (sigh, trespassers…), attach a bear bell to my saddle (I need to fix that), & wear bright-coloured clothing. I’ve got the vest on for tractor work too; the favoured.30-06 rifle can send a bullet 2-3 miles, so at least no one will be able to say I looked like a deer through the scope!
Glow-in-the-dark Solo! |
I have finally completed my seven-year quest for very affordable riding accessories that didn’t make my horse sweat & screamed “THIS DEER-COLOURED CREATURE IS NOT A DEER!” And the answer…is $4!!!!
A handy set of four hi-vis reflective sleeves with open ends, the Horze Bzeen String Covers, despite their odd name, incorporate the two best elements of product design: versatility & simplicity. I’m not sure if this is standard, but I received two that had velcro down one side & two slightly narrower sleeves that were sewn on both sides. I slid one of the latter onto a browband & velcro’ed both of the former on my martingale for a test run.
You can definitely see them! I’m very excited to have these additions to my safety arsenal & am already pondering how many I could fit on one horse! The nylon fabric feels thin, but sturdy & can get tossed in washing machine whenever needed.
My only “in a perfect world” very picky detail changes
- Either include velcro on every sleeve or give the buyer an option
- Offer them in blaze orange, the universally (or at least in the US) recognized hunting safety colour
Thank you so much again to the super-friendly folks at Horze for giving me the opportunity to
August 14, 2014
Life Smacks You In The Face. Horses Reduce The Swelling Afterwards.
If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. - Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
This week has been a rare treat at the real job (and by “treat”, I mean, a quite unexpected awfulness I didn’t see coming). Every office has its crappy days, but it’s a special occasion when it stands out among a decade. (I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I…)
Betrayal, rage, pain, all the fun parts! I am quite careful & quite diligent at drawing a firm line between my professional life & my personal one, but this monstrosity shoved right through that wall at exactly the wrong time, which naturally just multiplies the offense. Something tells me I wouldn’t be off base in guessing you’ve been there…
Chocolate helps, but one “normal” person can really only have one expensive hobby at a time. Which boils down to why we all have chosen to
One of my resident greys |
The smallest things can save you a drive to the loony bin. That husky nicker alongside a face that says to you, “Hooray! You are the bestest sight & I’ve been waiting all day just for you!”
Stomp-whisk-nom slows your breathing in time with horses deterring flies while relishing supper.
Watching the crystalline well-water fill the trough as a hidden broad-winged hawk scolds an uninvited guest somewhere in the oak trees, I can finally feel everything else fade away. As the grey tree frogs launch their daily chorus, all that's left behind is a very welcome relief.
Could Actual Riding Actually Occur??
Oddly, almost surreally, it is a breathtakingly gorgeous evening: August in North Carolina has a long tradition of sweating through four shirts a day, as well as fascinating discoveries, such as the fact that you CAN actually sweat underwater. I guess the memo has gotten lost because my pastures are exploding with green & the air is…pleasant??!
The best part? Solo digs eagerly in to his favourite spots in the top pasture, which has been resting for a couple weeks. I carefully pick through Encore’s feet with Durasole, ichthammol, and ThrushBuster, only to find his LF closing up & his RF comfy, and FOUR SHOES ON FOUR FEET (*cough* we may or may not have seen our farrier twice in five days last week *cough*).
Don't be jealous! |
Yes, you read that right: bareback pad. You know, since he’s a “crazy” OTTB and all, after five weeks off, things get very dramatic when I hop on from the trailer fender and we…walk around for a while. :D
Getting The Kinks Out
The ride itself was nothing fancy; I mostly just used the terrain for walk work. Both his front feet still have a week or two of growing to do before I am ready to put them back in full service.
So we wandered around the farm & I even had the gall (says my horse) to pick up the contact & school some lateral work, combined with stretching over his topline (I know, animal cruelty at its worst). Encore grudgingly accepted once I explained it was simple physical therapy to soften all those tight muscles which have been standing around compensating for sore feets. I did manage to restrain my “I told you so" once his back stretched, lifted & began to swing as he unlocked his hind legs & loosened into the bridle.
Savouring The Now
Every evening, my pond turns into molten gold when the fading light hits just the right angle. Flycatchers & a common yellowthroat warbled across the pastures, a perfect counterpoint to the steady four-beat swoosh of hooves through tall grass.
After being grounded for more days than I can count, feeling my horse’s strong confidence beneath me, knowing we both relished the jailbreak, being in each moment & letting it all soak in – well, I don’t need to explain to you how precious those times are!
After I shut the gate, releasing Encore to enjoy fresh grass with his little big brother, I lingered there, watching my happy horses just doing what they do. Something in that fills you up, as if you were the trough you just tended. Even if there was old water in it already, you shove the hose to the bottom and the fresh, clean flow revitalizes the supply & pushes the stale, cloudy water out. You are restored, at least in part, and for today, that is enough.
July 3, 2014
And This Is Why You Don't Build Houses On Islands, Kids
I'm pretty sure the horsies are tucked into their shelter right now...
No worries, though, we are far enough inland that we mostly just get spin-off bands from these coast-huggers. Not nearly as stressful as when I DID live on a barrier island (Galveston Island, TX)!! O.O
If you do have horses who live in storm paths, however, here are a couple of great resources to make sure your equine partners are safe and ready when the time comes:
The Horse Fund -- complete with downloadable .pdf's
Nobody knows hurricanes like The Florida Horse Council
And here is a fantastic website with in-depth technical information from LA's State Animal Response Team
Finally, please, if you are responsible for animals, remember my personal rule: When in doubt, GET OUT!
My friends at WeatherUnderground have great NexRad graphics! |
I think we're gonna need a bigger life jacket... |
The Horse Fund -- complete with downloadable .pdf's
Nobody knows hurricanes like The Florida Horse Council
And here is a fantastic website with in-depth technical information from LA's State Animal Response Team
Finally, please, if you are responsible for animals, remember my personal rule: When in doubt, GET OUT!
June 21, 2014
Please Press Pause
Taken from the tractor seat... |
Off to my left, though, the eastern sky has less placid thoughts. Bulging piles of pink thunderheads rumble between strobe flashes of cloud lightning.
In between the two – there is me. Me and two grazing horses, each with an ear cocked to the storm, should it decide to change direction and chase them to shelter. Tonight, though, the front holds its course, withholding water, but consoling us with a cool wind to dry out the sticky air. I never want to leave this moment.
If only that were possible. But I can close my eyes and sneak back there in my mind once and a while. In the meantime, responsibilities await. Some are fun (build farm stuff!), some are not (read federal register notices!), most lie in between (find vanishing fishes!).
Horse Things Still Happen
No more poison ivy rubbing! |
Encore is back in work, errrr, well, let's use that phrase lightly, shall we? Look, I sweat A LOT, and when it's 80% humidity at 8 pm... But he's had a couple very nice long-lining sessions (once we were clear that yes, you do have to go forward even though you are in one of your pastures) and the rest of my focus has been on trotting/cantering hills and small obstacles in a balanced rhythm and some bareback lateral/transition work to build his hind end back up. That butt strength is his critical and most difficult training need, just as aerobic conditioning was for Solo.
I just might give myself permission to take one lesson as a gift to myself in hard times. Dangit. Now that I've typed it, Encore is in his paddock right now, looking for something poky or a rock with a usable edge. Or a stick. Or a clod of dirt. *eyeroll*
Are any of you managing to get in some ride time in the burgeoning sweatbox???
June 11, 2014
17 TFS Tips For Thriving In Southern Summer
This past December... |
OH, BUT IT'S BEAUTIFUL IN MAINE TODAY!
I can hear the gloating from you Yankees (hee), but I can take it: I'll be enjoying my t-shirt XC school in February while your tears freeze onto your snow shovel. I did my time.
For my compatriots who spent their younger years chipping vehicles out of solid ice blocks & kicking giant ice cubes in the shape of five-gallon buckets & dragging full muck buckets in sleds across snow...and bolted when they got the chance--
I wanted to share our tips for living and working (oh yes, I sweat & carry heavy things all day long and then come home and -- sweat & carry heavy things; it is possible that I am stupid. Oh wait, I own a horse; scratch that: definitely stupid) in our "included free with purchase!" sweat box.
WHAT HAVE I DONE? HELP ME!!!
If you (and/or your horse) are new to this dance with 100% saturated air that does not produce rain, you are probably staring with dismay at your car, a mere 100 feet away from your front door, perplexed as to how to get to it & still arrive at work without looking like you LITERALLY just stepped out of the shower -- a really smelly shower with no towel.
I promise, the first summer is the worst, but that is why I am here for you, & why you obviously make smart choices by reading this
ALL YOUR PROBLEMS, SOLVED
Humans:
(1) Take your time: there is a reason we do everything slowly, including speech. Moving quickly = more sweat. Sitting in the shade drinking
(2) Read this post. Cotton is NOT your friend. Ever. Unless you enjoy slowly suffocating in a blanket of your own perspiration. Stalk those amazing technical fabric running shirts (bite me, equine brands who want me to pay $50 for a t-shirt, er, bless your hearts, I’m a “normal” person, not made of disposable cash), you can find them on sale at a myriad of sporting goods/outdoor retailers for $12 or less.
(3) Read this post. Oh, CoolMedics, bless your heart (practice this phrase, it allows you to say anything without actually insulting someone). Evaporative cooling is indeed a sound scientific principle – WHEN EVAPORATION ACTUALLY OCCURS. 5000% humidity, not so much. Thick layer of soggy textiles = misery.
(4) I wear a handkerchief under my helmet. (1) Stops profuse sweat from running into my eyes when riding (it burns us, precioussss!) and (2) when I pull off my helmet, I immediately put my head under the hose and soak hair & fabric. I’m aliiiive!
Jacket-free in the arena at Five Points HT |
(6) Speaking of attire, seriously, skip the butler jacket unless absolutely required. I dehydrate FAST because I sweat a lot. Even in my awesome wicky outfit, if I don’t follow my strict hydration rules & keep eating protein, I will throw up/pass out/prefer to die.
All of our competitions at CHP will waive jackets as soon as it gets steamy out. In addition, at ANY USEA event where all three phases occur in one day, you NEVER have to wear a jacket. A technical, tidy polo or show shirt of your choice is fine (it doesn’t even have to be white, *gasp*). Read the rules.
If you stubbornly refuse to part from your black coat and come down centerline red-faced & drenched in sweat and then fall off after your test due to heat exhaustion, you do not look “respectful,” you just look (well, floppy & damp) not-very-smart and I dislike having to worry about the safety of fellow competitors (yes, I’m that person).
(7) Never forget your SUNSCREEN SUNSCREEN SUNSCREEN SUNSCREEN. And a wide-brimmed hat with a mesh top is a wonderful thing in the sun when you are not mounted.
(8) Permanently attach a water bottle to your body or the nearest fence post/jump standard/truck hood. When I am doing field work & riding in the evenings, I can drink 3 L of water in one day & never have to pee. It all comes out my pores (yes, I sweat like a pig, I don’t glow, I’m not a “lady”).
If you feel thirsty, you are already dehydrated. I don’t even buy bottles smaller than 1 L – I keep about six in my refrigerator and refill & rotate (REUSE YOUR BOTTLES!). I will also never again live without an icemaker in the freezer.
(9) Elaboration on hydration: I have made a rule that when traveling to a competition or lesson, I must drink 1 L of water on the way there. NO EMPTY BOTTLE, NO EXIT TRUCK. It’s hard, but trust me, it makes a huuuuge difference. The next bottle is half Gatorade (G2, less sugar), half water.
Tip from an ex-semi-pro mountain bike racer & over-educated gym rat (ha, not me): Sports drinks by themselves are too concentrated for your body to absorb unless you are performing at like a super-marathoner level. Or riding David O’s circles of death. Your metabolism changes modes depending on activity level & if you don’t cut it with water, you’ll just pee it right out.
(10) Once you go outside, stay out there. I find it much harder to go in & out of air conditioning, having to re-adjust every time. I put on my super-wicking outfit, grab my armful of fluids, & I don’t come back in until I am done. Naturally, frequent drink breaks in the run-in are highly encouraged!
2008! Solo had a mane...in the upper Yadkin River. |
(1) The hottest hours of our days are from 2-5 pm, NOT noon-1 pm (we like to be different). I try to ride after 6 pm whenever I can. That said, you DO need to spend some time riding in the heat to heat-condition your horse. His metabolism can adjust, but to do so, he needs to do some work in the mugginess.
But I’m wayyy past the age where I feel driven to make myself miserable just because…why? I’m not competing at any level at the moment, my TB does not need to work every. single. day. to stay strong and fit.
(2) I hose my horse before AND after I ride. There’s nothing wrong with tacking up a wet horse, he’s going to be sweaty soon anyway. It is CRITICAL while hosing to constantly scrape water off.
Water is a thermal insulator & you can bake your horse in an aquatic oven if you just cover him with water & let it sit there. The heat is then trapped in his body, which can cause metabolic distress in a big fat hurry. As you scrape, you will notice the water you are scraping off gets hot almost instantly.
Keep hosing & scraping until that water is cool, especially big muscle groups, like his haunches & neck, & large blood vessels between his hind legs and on his chest. You can hold running cold water on his jugular vein from his throat to his chest for a few minutes for systemic cooling.
(3) Fans for everyone. Small, medium, large, big-ass, plug-in, battery, solar, who cares. We have physical battles over the space in front of/under the fan. When in doubt, BUY MOAR FANS!
(4) Not all shade is your friend. I prefer open-sided (or 1-2 shade walls) shelters on top of a hill for the horses (breeze, if there is one). Don’t let the woods lure you in; angry hordes of swarming, maddening vampires await (some call them deer flies).
I didn't want to mow, so I delegated... |
(6) Equine electrolytes, but not for the reason you think. Just like humans, most of the time, the equine metabolism will just pee out the salts in any electrolyte you give him, whether it be paste, or loose salt, or licky blocks. The important thing is, it makes him thirsty.
For heavy work such as competition, or long trail rides, I’ll give 1/2 a tube before the ride and 1/2 a tube after to encourage drinking drinking drinking. The boys have access to their favourite pink salt at all times. Lots of sweat is good – as you probably know, if you don’t see sweat, call a vet (it’s a poem!).
(7) Horse not drinking as much as you’d like? Make his water trough more fun – dump in ice, throw in some apples or carrots. Moisture-rich snacks are welcome, like watermelon, cool beet pulp or alfalfa slurry, or freezer pops (hey, Pete likes them, except for peach).
And keep it clean: watch for algae build-up, food dribblers, unwelcome addition of poo (horse, bird, fish) or corpses (beetles, mice, raccoons…hey, it can happen). If he’s in a stall, multiple buckets are always a good idea.
Now I need to go eat an ice-cream sandwich before I drag some pastures while profusely worshiping the tractor’s sunshade. Let me know how you beat the heat and still have pony fun!
Bonus if you know the movie |
June 9, 2014
I Love My Hippopotamus
Especially when he does landscaping, too! It's Mr. Shiny's favourite part of summer.
Apologies for crappy cell phone vid, interesting things always happen when you don't have the real camera nearby!
Apologies for crappy cell phone vid, interesting things always happen when you don't have the real camera nearby!
May 31, 2014
Farm Ownership = Endless Discoveries
To those who follow us on social media, these little “surprises”
may sound familiar. For the rest of you slackers
wonderful people, here lies the confession that I really have abandoned the
last shred of my dignity: I made a hashtag in Twitland. *so much
shame* I had such noble oaths (once the little pound signs
were explained to me) that I would never become one of Those People. At least it wasn’t a big fall. Does it make it any better if searching for
my own hashtag only finds two of them – even the internet is embarrassed for me…
Yes, I even make stupid faces while driving tractors |
After I began living at the farm, though, it didn’t take
long for these little moments unique to home horse-keeping to pop up. Even those which elicited “not-family-friendly” exclamations made me laugh knowing that I
was not likely the first (nor the last) to have the experience (with no small bit of
incredulity, as in “was I really that stupid again!?). What choice did I have, really, for sharing
on the go? (justification!) And so the tag was born.
For my pasture-mowing peers, both newly-minted and
counting-the-decades, I know you KNOW. I think we can all learn something (in most
cases, “Don’t do that.”).
I present for your entertainment (and as a gift, corrected
for the horrific grammar that is cruelly forced on me by that 120 character
limit):
But...teh pretteh...can't go inside |
- Yay! When you forget to take off your half chaps & spurs, you just leave them at back door for next time!
- Doh! My self-draining hose setup DOES work. And can siphon 1/2 the tank before I notice if I forget to remove the hose.
- 0.o That "simple" project in your head that you can "quickly" cobble together? Just don't.
- Oops. Put on work uniform fleece AFTER throwing am hay.
- Yay! Your horses always appear at the gate when you come out the back door-it might be feeding time!
Wear real shoes to kick |
- Oh, hai, neighbour’s excavator driving past my living room!
- Oops. Right when you think you’re a tractor badass, you get the drag caught on your tape fence. :/
- A good hose quick-connect is THE SHIT.
- You never go inside on a pretty night. "Just one more thing!"
- Never say "They won't go anywhere, they'll just eat grass." :/
- You can hike a 3-acre pasture in slippers. In the dark.
- Once you start pulling dead plants from along a fenceline, you can't stop. So...hungry...
Low: You DO need it! |
- That moment you realize you don’t even have to put on pants to feed. Note: did not practice. But i could.
- You never knew how much you needed the tractor...till it was gone.
- You are late for work...because you get stuck staring out your windows at the awesome.
- You can't kick a 3-pt hitch very hard in flip flops.
- Oh, that’s what low gear is for!
- Feeling shitty? Move your chair.
- Going to a clinic and I don’t even have to start the truck! #greatneighbors
- You're not really bush-hogging ‘til you bend a fencepost with the loader. #Fml
A good chair view = therapy |
Share what you've screwed up discovered –
maybe I can avoid a future *facepalm* or two, my head is getting sore!
May 10, 2014
Mow, Mow, Mow Your...Oats?
Waaaah - it's 75 and we want our shed! Spoiled babies! |
Coming soon to a blog near you!
(1) Yes, there is a wrap-up to the Heart of the Carolinas awesome at Southern Eighths. I am continually expected to actually work for my paycheck (wtf?) and it cuts into my photo processing time.
(2) Beloved foster tractor has returned from the spa refreshed and better than ever! Interested in tips for your bush(hog) baby?
(3) FREE STUFF! If you are lucky enough to win, that is. It's big, it's new, and you'll wonder how your life was ever complete without it.
(4) TFS' own variation on the "blog hop." You'll want to get in on this one!
Now that you're on the edge of your chair/couch/bed/saddle (neck strap!), I'll be off. *insert heartless snicker followed by wave of guilt* I do issue my repetitive apologies once again for my intermittent blog failure. We are all busy, naturally, and my own problem is complicated by the fact that I am haunted by the thought of posting something "not good enough." As a result, most entries are the result of several hours of work, which leads to the gaps you see here.
Yesterday's mowing....I have a XC course, er, jump! |
Time to wake the diesel and flush out the bunnies...
April 20, 2014
I'm Not Dead!
Or at least I don't think so? I want to go for a walk! *insert gong here*
Perhaps the whack in the head would be simpler... But before that, despite brain overload and resulting AWOL status, I can throw distracting shiny pictures at you!!
Farm life, as my peers know, holds never a dull moment; just this morning it was CSI Wildlife in the front pasture while I investigated last night's very odd doe-icide with all the fascination of a curious biologist. With nothing left at the scene of the crime but a tail, two ribs sucked dry of marrow and a pile of intestines, this experienced predator profiler was interested indeed -- I love having predators around, they are so vital to the ecosystem and there are so few of them left to do the work, but each species leaves its own calling card with the remains and this one fell outside the lines. But that's another story for another day!
Despite the unexpected, I love it all. Too much, in fact, it pains me to have to leave when there are so many fun projects! And, true to the horse person nature, the house itself sits in chaos, boxes covering the floors, still holding their forlorn contents. The feed shed however, finally got its own shelves and I spent a good 45 minutes organizing and finding a place for ALL THE THINGZ. I love interior decorating...when it involves hay string and blanket bags!
I took this Monday off to make a four-day weekend, filling my planner pages with overly-ambitious lists. Only I forgot to include "exhaustion recovery" in there. But every tidbit I cross off is insanely satisfying. Although naturally, since the tractor remains in the spa for its freshen-up, the mower has decided it would rather not use its blades either. No bush-hog, no lawn mower (although I've been poking at it and I feel close to figuring it out), plenty of spring rain and 10 acres of lush grass...and all I can do is pick at it with my electric string trimmer until the batteries need recharging (I wrestle with enough two-cycle engines at work, HATE). Yep, it looks just as hilarious as your mental picture! Hey, I love my trimmer!!
We have progress though --
By March 21st, it was a fully tricked-out facility -- don't show these to too many folks, I know I'll have 4* riders beating down my door for space any minute!
In addition, thanks to my horses' morbid fear of all things resembling white tape, I was able to close the end of the top field with the Dollar Store version (don't tell them it's not even hot -- and not even close to the quality of my wonderful Horseguard) and the boys are getting their spring shine on, frolicking in long gallops across 3 acres of grass, grass, GRASS!
But I think we're all about ready for a very long nap...can someone call my boss and let him know?
Perhaps the whack in the head would be simpler... But before that, despite brain overload and resulting AWOL status, I can throw distracting shiny pictures at you!!
The sun gets tucked in for bed over the driveway |
Off the floor, YESSSS! |
I took this Monday off to make a four-day weekend, filling my planner pages with overly-ambitious lists. Only I forgot to include "exhaustion recovery" in there. But every tidbit I cross off is insanely satisfying. Although naturally, since the tractor remains in the spa for its freshen-up, the mower has decided it would rather not use its blades either. No bush-hog, no lawn mower (although I've been poking at it and I feel close to figuring it out), plenty of spring rain and 10 acres of lush grass...and all I can do is pick at it with my electric string trimmer until the batteries need recharging (I wrestle with enough two-cycle engines at work, HATE). Yep, it looks just as hilarious as your mental picture! Hey, I love my trimmer!!
We have progress though --
That run-in that started (9 Jan) with my stunning foundation skillz? |
By Feb 2nd, it was sheltering some...things for me (why do farms make us instant hoarders?) |
Dang, I should raise board!! |
New, windproof small court dressage arena |
Can't complain about the kitchen window view |
Encore: Dude, have you been polishing your ass?? |
March 21, 2014
Notes From The Madhouse
Be forewarned: an unbelievably horrific three day long work assault meeting has left many brains crippled, so sense is not to be expected in any of the following statements. And I hope CHP doesn't mind me borrowing a couple of their awesome graphics!
Dancing Dining With The Stars
TFS will be packing up and heading south this evening to participate in the long-awaited and tantalizingly star-studded Carolina International CIC*** and Horse Trial entrance onto the world stage! Not only is it a qualifier for the 2014 Adequan Gold Cup series, but it brings a spotlight to our very favourite competition grounds, the Carolina Horse Park, about which I've written so many times.
Alongside BFF and Solo's (hopeful) new minion (oh, what should her nickname be??? Blog Stalker? No, that sounds too negative, although I love blog stalkers -- She Who Longes Children? LOL), I'll just call her Erica, for goodness sake, we shall oogle and analyze the FEI*, **, and *** XC riders as jump judges. If you haven't checked out the entry list already, well, what, do you live under a rock????! Becky Holder Event Team, Colleen Rutledge, Kate Chadderton, Jan Byyny (currently sitting in first place after a lovely dressage test -- follow the link for video), our
Carolina Will's, Faudree and Coleman, our new 'neighbour', Doug Payne,
along with Arthur and Tate and Shiraz and Teddy and Wundermaske and
William Penn and Pirate and Catch A Star and...dinner with the 1984 Gold Medal LA Olympic Team (Jimmy Wofford, Bruce Davidson, Karen Stives,
Michael Plumb, and Torrance Watkins)!!! *fangirl implosion* And many
many more eventing friends and 'family' that, well, we are hoping will wander by our chair on their coursewalks, because frankly, judging 300+ horses, I can tell you from experience, doesn't leave a lot of time for social calls.
(left) Can't Fire Me (Teddy) watches as Courageous Comet gives Dad a lesson at the winter farm in 2013; I bet I won't catch Teddy lying down on Saturday!
Related Online Crap
To the best of our ability, TFS will be live-tweeting (oh my cod, I'm so embarrassed I just typed that) from the event tomorrow, so you probably want to go ahead and follow us now so you don't miss out on the unmatched randomness and hilarious dorkiness that is our trademark! Oh yeah, and The Becky Stalking. I've also started a series of sometimes exciting, sometimes ironic, always entertaining #farmownerdiscoveries, as those of you who follow us on Facebook have probably discovered. Like/follow/click/tap (take your pick from our media shortcuts in the sidebar) and join the insanity!
Flying Solo Farm Stage: Implementation
Crossties are up and fence tape is charged and mats are down and feed is stored and neighbours are supplied with excessive amounts of emergency contact information. The door, my friends, at long last, is not only open, but strewn with bits of hay and mud and cat hair. In addition, speaking of cats, one of them puked on the carpet recently, so I guess it's definitely home now.
Blogger Mental Health & Plans For The Spring Season
The former is long lost. The latter: try not to starve, dream of times when you could purchase diesel, fatten up orange bellies after move stress shrinkage, remember how to ride a horse, learn our new trails,annoy visit with new neighbours...
And above all else, drink in the moonrise over MY east line of oak trees while a grey fox yips, at least four species of frogs sing across the pond, a great-horned owl greets the stars, and a brown bat makes adorable swoops after the first tiny insects of the year. Through the bone-deep fatigue, those long-missed melodies are indeed balm for a great many things.
TFS will be packing up and heading south this evening to participate in the long-awaited and tantalizingly star-studded Carolina International CIC*** and Horse Trial entrance onto the world stage! Not only is it a qualifier for the 2014 Adequan Gold Cup series, but it brings a spotlight to our very favourite competition grounds, the Carolina Horse Park, about which I've written so many times.
Bruce Sr., Torrence Watkins, J. Michael Plumb, Karen Stives, and The Wofford |
Related Online Crap
To the best of our ability, TFS will be live-tweeting (oh my cod, I'm so embarrassed I just typed that) from the event tomorrow, so you probably want to go ahead and follow us now so you don't miss out on the unmatched randomness and hilarious dorkiness that is our trademark! Oh yeah, and The Becky Stalking. I've also started a series of sometimes exciting, sometimes ironic, always entertaining #farmownerdiscoveries, as those of you who follow us on Facebook have probably discovered. Like/follow/click/tap (take your pick from our media shortcuts in the sidebar) and join the insanity!
Flying Solo Farm Stage: Implementation
Crossties are up and fence tape is charged and mats are down and feed is stored and neighbours are supplied with excessive amounts of emergency contact information. The door, my friends, at long last, is not only open, but strewn with bits of hay and mud and cat hair. In addition, speaking of cats, one of them puked on the carpet recently, so I guess it's definitely home now.
Blogger Mental Health & Plans For The Spring Season
The former is long lost. The latter: try not to starve, dream of times when you could purchase diesel, fatten up orange bellies after move stress shrinkage, remember how to ride a horse, learn our new trails,
And above all else, drink in the moonrise over MY east line of oak trees while a grey fox yips, at least four species of frogs sing across the pond, a great-horned owl greets the stars, and a brown bat makes adorable swoops after the first tiny insects of the year. Through the bone-deep fatigue, those long-missed melodies are indeed balm for a great many things.
Sunset over our creek pasture |