Mow, Mow, Mow Your...Oats?

Waaaah - it's 75 and we want our shed!  Spoiled babies!

Before I turn the key to spend the next 47 hours bush-hogging (I missed you, traaac-tor, oh yes I did, I missed you, traaac-tor, weeds must be rid...eh, use your grammar imagination), I wanted to, well, tease you.  Hee.

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!

To my fellow bloggers, I AM visiting and reading with delight/sympathy/excitement/fascination as you share your parallel journeys.  Even though I rarely have time to comment, please know that I have not descended into neglect of my dear friends o' the blog-o-sphere!

Time to wake the diesel and flush out the bunnies...

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The "I'm Working A Three Day & Can't Use My Words" Picture Dump

The trailer of chaos -- three people.  17 radio channels (or that's what it felt like, I used 3).  But I LOVED my new job!  Meanie control lady for Phase A/B/C who verbally "glares" at you when you don't answer your radio?  That's me, haha!  Trained by the Goddess of XC Control skillz, JJ Johnson, on the left, handling Phase D and 10 other things.  David the Marvelous Announcer (you'll hear him at our Carolina Horse Park schooling trials!) gets free entertainment all day in a radio sandwich!

Holder Event Team Veteran Nobie Cannon & her sales horse, Red Fury, show how it's done and move up to 2nd place in the N3DE!!! You might remember her & Busta from the Carolina International CIC* in March.

I guess it's a new trend?  Our token BN3DE Haffie, Whinney the Pooh, adorably toted his young rider around and had a blast the whole time.  :D

Hey, we work long days.  Things get a little slap-happy...but I felt our secretary needed some love!

The Big Shuffle after endurance day:  despite what folks might claim, it's still not just a dressage test!!

And a shake-up in Novice too -- these are championship level courses, but always fair and safe.  If you want to see the finish of Phase D, though, you'd better have your homework done.

 

Tomorrow, this pretty plank fence and many more will host equine fly-overs (although CD Marc Donovan will be quite disappointed if he doesn't catch a few out with some rails, but after walking the course with him, I don't think he'll have to worry about that).  Hint:  terrain matters.  I've got more shots  from the SJ course to share and further adventures of "dork at large with very slow golf cart."  I just need a week of sleep.  And if you can't wait, check our Facebook page for some pretty impressive dancing from our organizer, judges, TD, and volunteers!!

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So Many...The Things...Fingers Too Tired...Three-Day Fatigue

Organizer/my neighbour/superwoman Cindy Deporter briefs riders

Is it just me or do these get longer and longer every year?  Wait, it might have something to do with me getting older and older every year...  Nonetheless, as I build experience, I get to test my eye, surrounded by backup experts for questions.  I had the distinct pleasure of spending most of today scribing for our wonderful Pam Weidemann, who manned the Troll Booth at C.  She and our NC buddy, Amanda Miller-Atkins, at B, made a fantastic judging team, sharp, consistent, and fair.  Result:  a great score spread, yet three very competitive divisions (T3DE, N3DE, & BN3DE).

Not only that, but we have SIXTY entries for the three-day, NOT including the Horse Trial horses.  Rock on, long format, and thank you riders, clincians, judges, volunteers, and sponsors for your support!!  And of course to Southern Eighths Farm and owner, Brad Turley, for sharing this amazing facility with us little people!  You can see about 1/3rd of the indoor in the picture above -- it's ok, I guess...

Today's Training leaderboard:  I didn't see them all, but Andrew McConnon, a young pro who rides multiple CANTER Mid-Atlantic horses as well as others, but in a lovely test on a CMA mare who has only been in training for 9 months and only with him for six months!!  This makes me feel rather inadequate...if I hadn't stalked him down in stabling and discovered you couldn't meet a nicer guy, wow!  And a gorgeous soft rider.   

The Novice leaderboard:  Bonnie Mosser (another NC local, woot!) put in a BEAUTIFUL (yes, I actually scribed that word on one of her canter movements) test, I've never written that many 8's and 9's in my life and they were all well-deserved!  And a special thanks to Bonnie, who always makes an effort to not only enter, but bring students and friends in support of the Three-Days!!  Our friend, Nobie Cannon, met during my dedicated Becky-stalking last April, also did a phenomenal job with her sales horse, a lovely chestnut TB.  I think Pam and I both fell in love as well with 'Beyond the Limit,' a darling little grey Appendix who rather resembled a Welsh pony!

Yes, we have Beginner Novice too!  Hey, Jen, we had our token Haffie -- also adorably named after a bear and he lived up to his name indeed:  "Whinney The Pooh."  He certainly curiously watched everything outside of the ring and paid little attention to his rider...somewhat like an orange Appendix I know, sigh.

  

Part of the core team:  Cindy introduces (L-R):   dressage judges Pam (who is also President of the Ground Jury) and Amanda, TD Gammon Castellevi, and awesome vets, Dr. Debbie & co!

CD extraordinaire & eventer Tremaine Cooper:  "Don't approach your steeplechase jump with zombie hands!"

David, our faithful announcer, lurks in his den perched above the dressage arena

Ok, I don't think I have ever seen a horse who is entirely white...with a brown neck.  Talk about optical illusion!

Amanda cackles with what can only be an evil dressage judge scheme inside the Troll Booth at B

And a sneak peek -- chainsaw artist, Randy Boni, has been hard at work when we were gone.  More to come!!

Tomorrow: I learn a new job!  Rather frighteningly (although not for those who know me well - I am excellent in a crisis), I will be Radio Control for Phases A, B, & C (Steeplechase and both Roads & Tracks).  I'm very excited, although I'm sure it will take some practice before I can live up to my teacher and Queen of XC Control, JJ Johnson.

Until then, I shall be passed out until the best part: Endurance Day!!  May everyone cross the finish flags of D safely, with a huge grin and a hug for their generous partners!

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I Never Really Wanted A Farm

Delima & I survey Snowy River country in Victoria, Australia

Whaaa...?!?

I have spent the majority of my life in and around all manner of farms, from California to Arizona to Kentucky to Australia to Wisconsin to Ecuador (ahhh, I need to finish that series!) to the Southeast, from the dirt lot behind a house to managing a neighbour's private barn to closing sliding doors that cost more than my truck.  My manure fork dug out pee spots in old clay-based stalls in the '90s and I stacked frozen water buckets in the heated viewing room during turnout and I dragged full muck buckets in a sled over 8" of snow and ice to the pile...uphill. 

Sure, I could strip a stall and return it to pristine condition in less than 15 minutes and I learned how to leave a hose so it always drained itself and I found out where you should NEVER put your gate/trough/shelter/riding area/feed and I even learned how to manage your chores so you had plenty of ride time.  But I also learned that being responsible for the maintenance of your horses' living quarters was more hard work than even some of the most experienced boarders could imagine.

Invasive flathead catfish, bad!!  They be eatin' our natives!

Board It Is!

We all know that the perfect boarding facility is as tangible (and accessible to us mere mortals) as the Jabberwocky; if you don't own it, compromises are required, but with research and experience you can generally find something that's a good fit for you and your partner(s).  In fact, SprinklerBandit recently did an excellent job discussing "How to be a Happy Boarder"!

If you've read this blog for a while, you know that I work full time and then some as a freshwater wildlife biologist, which means I travel weekly from April to November, my schedule changes every hour during field season based on weather, I'm a crabby cat lady who guards her personal space like a troll (hee), and oh yeah, I work for the state.  When you combine incredibly poor career choices ('follow your dreams', they said, haha, ok, I'm partly kidding, I couldn't do anything else, it's my passion) that produce tiny paychecks for long work-weeks with the amazing insane financial priorities of a horse owner, well, it's easy to see why farm ownership was never on my "want" list.

It All Falls Apart

 But three years ago, everything changed.  2011 began a rather spectacular series of "events," a word which doesn't even approach adequacy, that culminated in my own personal nadir (thank you, Mrs. Bricking - my equally terrifying & incredible high school English teacher for two years - I never thought I'd get to use that one in conversation) when my entire future disappeared in a single sentence in early November of 2012.  That's another story for another day.

Skipping a few details, the spring of 2013 found me blundering about the metaphorical woods for a new path forward.  Or any direction really, as long as it was away from the bottom of the hole.  Enter (after exhaustive mathematical exercises) a fateful ride on a mule (the kind with wheels) at the height of a beautiful Carolina spring and the rest is in the record books.

I write Twits...the apocalypse must be nigh!

Mission:  Reboot

The most surprising part?  Once we settled in, I have loved every. single. moment.  Always skeptical of those goofy "backyard horse ladies" on COTH and the dubious claims that they would never board again, I've had to eat all my doubts now that I stand in their shoes muck boots.  I have less time to write rambling masterful blog posts, so those who follow us on Facebook and, to my everlasting shame, Twitter, have noticed that I am beginning to rely on their forced brevity and immediacy for updates (those who don't, you are clicking "follow" or our sidebar buttons now, right???).  And I am so grateful that I am an uncompromising planner and I held out, because I would NOT want to try to do this on a property I did not lay out for maximum efficiency.  That's another story too!

I still have a long way to go, both in terms of healing and of the "30-year farm plan," and I don't think I can afford diesel until 2019, but it's all a little easier when I dissolve into giggles watching the horses gallop for the sheer joy of it in their own game of "Let's Pretend We're Terrified Of The Mower So We Can Squeal And Run."  Note:  don't forget to glance in front of your mower periodically to see if you are about to drive into a ditch.  Just sayin'...

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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!!

The sun gets tucked in for bed over the driveway

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!

Off the floor, YESSSS!

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 --

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?)

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!

Dang, I should raise board!!

New, windproof small court dressage arena

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!

Can't complain about the kitchen window view

Encore:  Dude, have you been polishing your ass??

But I think we're all about ready for a very long nap...can someone call my boss and let him know?

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