Horse Shoer Day

It's funny how I have the sweetest little mare you could ever ask for, until the shoer comes. Oh she does what is asked of her, but she squares herself up, then tenses up every muscle in her body. I barely recognize her face, there's all these veins and mucsles popping out all over. She looks as if she's grinding her teeth and she puts her head down like she is going to blow straight up like a bucking horse. Every chance she gets she switches her tail, as if she's aiming for my poor farriers face.
I spend the whole time trying to keep her head up, so the farrier doesn't blow out his back, and doing little things to help distract her. My finger nails turn black from scratching all over her head and neck. Today she took to licking my hand. That helped for about 2 minutes.

Then there is Pumpkin are little 28 year old pony. She just stands there perfectly, as if this happens everyday. It's quite a contrast between the two.

My Poor Baby

We were at Grandma's house with the dog's riding in the back of my truck (it's all on the same farm). I have an extra cab chevy with the back doors that open backwards. I was putting stuff in the back seat and my sweet pup Dollie was leaning out over the edge of the truck bed, trying to see what I was doing. When I shut the back door I heard this weird screaming sound. I looked to see what the heck it was. Dollie had her lip stuck in the crack of the door, where the hinge would be. It took me a second to figure out what the heck was going on and open the door again. Poor dog I tried to comfort her, but she just wanted to play. There wasn't any blood or swelling. What are the chances?

Rabbit, It's What's for Dinner

Why couldn't I have married a doctor or lawyer or even a construction worker? Nope, I married a farmer that requested this for dinner:




I wonder which one this was? I hope it wasn't the one with the gray nose.

WILD AMERICA (In my backyard)

The back of our house looks out over our backyard, pasture and then a grass field. Our dining room table has a big window next to it looking out over this stuff. While eating meals we have had some wild visitors. All of us will be eating, then all of a sudden someone spots something and everyone runs to the window. Farm Boy assesses the situation and sometimes runs for the gun safe. As he pushes the numbers on the safe, the dogs show up at the back door desperately wanting in. I slowly open the door to let them in, shushing the kids and trying not to scare whatevers out there.




These guys showed up on Tuesday, I know the pics bad, it was taken through the window. It's 3 bucks that were headed down to the river. They almost were free and clear of the fences, until the llamas spotted them. They ran full speed at the deer bucking and kicking like only a llama can. Scaring the day lights out of the deer and sending them running for their lives.

I tried to make it easier to spot the deer, but you'll just have to believe me, they're there.

Now yesterday was more of an adventure. The kids were at grandma's and Farm Boy and I were relaxing eating lunch. All of a sudden "COYOTE!". Farm Boy lept into the living room pounding numbers into the gun safe. He dissappeared, while I quietly opened the door for my little border collie. She flew into the house and headed straight for my daughters bed. I started shutting the door when, POP! I nearly jumped out of my skin. He had shot from our bedroom window, while I thought he went down stairs. I went out to see if he got it and didn't see anything. He came out asking "Did you see that blood?" "NO" I said disgusted.

I grabbed my camera, as we headed out the door to get the body. The way down we talked about how all of our kitties hunt right in that very spot the coyote was in. I think I would pass out if I saw a coyote ripping one of my cats apart. Not to mention our lambs, chickens, and turkeys that aren't that far away.

As we got down there sure enough there was blood and meat splattered. We followed the blood trail into the tall grass looking for the body. All of a sudden Farm Boy jumped back and I saw two coyote ears running through the grass. That was enough to make me go stand in the back of the truck and Farm Boy to get his gun again. He felt real bad that it wasn't a kill shot. With all the blood she lost we figured she was dead. Now he had to put her out of her misery.

Here he is following the blood trail through the high grass, while I'm standing on the truck box.

I was supposed to be watching for the grass to move, but I took a picture of the back of our house instead. So you can see what I'm talking about.

Finally he found her, with a kill shot. Sad. But, better her then my poor cats or baby animals.