Horse Sense....
So the word we are looking for in regards to food (because apparently we have to label this journey) is, drum roll please:
Macro nutrients, which means: A type of food needed in large amounts.
However, the young one has absolutely said that it is basically, Quality of your food. i.e: Nuts, seeds, fruits, veges, fish and seafood, in large quantities.
This of course, is different and not to be confused with:
Orthorexia (this is actually a clinically recognised, Mental Health Disorder) which means: An eating disorder that involves an obsession with healthy eating and optimal nutrition.
FFS - You have got to be fucking kidding me.
If you want to go down that road, then I want fat people to be classed as having a Mental Health Disorder.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
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And we have a hurt kitten at home.
There I was on the deck having some quiet time, and the next minute I hear a kitten crying. Weird because, well, we don't have a kitten.
This apparently is not true. We have two. Wild ones, one who is hurt.
Looks like she dragged herself up by the deck, then under, recognising that this is where everyone gets fed. The one that is ok then called to tell me that her sister was hurt and needed food and water, which I then provided.
The hurt one is eating and drinking, and I will take photo's when I can get close enough.
First thoughts are she has either been clipped by a car or shot.
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So I get the phone call today that the worm guy is heading my way.
And it was awesome.
We went back to basics, worms, drenching, types of worm, land, more worms, more horses, stories... it was really great.
First thing is to get fecal count results to him and type of worm. More tests. Then a few more.
But anyway, we have a plan.
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OMFG we have baby chickies!!!
Mumma Lightning did an awesome job and we have 6 little chickadees, healthy and running around. They were born either last night or early this morning.
They are sooooooooooooooo cute. It's funny to watch Mumma Lighning though, she growls them all the time, Don't go there! Don't touch that!
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And we are just so busy here.
I get on top of things and then Boom! there's a sick animal, or new babies that require my attention. Which to be fair, is fucking cool. I love babies. Not keen on human ones surprisingly enough, but give me a furry, non English speaking species and Hello! there I am fussying and molly-coddling.
And Baby Boo...
Well, he's getting told off by Mumma, by me and generally is, Hey...what's going on?
And it goes like this, Mumma has put on her Mumma hat and finally is disciplining him. He is not allowed to eat first, and often I hear a big kick banging on a wall where she has re-iterated that no one eats until she decides.
Boo has also done a growth spurt.
Which is awesome and what we all want.
However, he is now getting very large, consistently has his boy bits out to play, and generally wants to snuggle. Which is not perfect when he has his boy bits out. Add into that when we wants to run towards you, then leap at you, it becomes even less so.
So Touch/play is a work in progress.
I always have my naughty stick at hand (pretty much a bright yellow stick with rubber tassles) in close proximity and Boo is learning how to not just respect boundaries, but also tell me when he needs Touch/play and where.
We are both working very, very hard with our Senses.
And mostly it works.
We're not always getting video's though. I can't be worrying about video-ing, and keeping 100% focussed on the Senses with Boo. Maybe next week, we'll (me) will be better, but maybe not. Video's of Touch/play are not my main focus at the moment.
I tell you what though, I have never worked as hard with the Senses as I do these days. Food, Energy, frequency is always better, smarter, clearer.
And Spirit are sending me all these random people.
Ones that have sooooooooooooo much experience it's pretty mind-blowing.
It's funny because I'm really happy with Boo, and I'm proud of what we have achieved, but Spirit keep sending me these people and they will go, That's good, but you can do better, try this...
And we do.
So, I'm constantly running with Energy. Striving to be better, smarter, clearer.
It's a good way to work, love and play.
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I spoke too soon.
I've fucked up, and Pat has to go.
No matter which way I look at it, Pat and I are not on the same page. Now don't get me wrong, I think he's a dude. And I love waking up to him in the mornings. And afternoons. Nights. But I started off with Pat and Chuck. Then came Grease (rest in KFC heaven) and Lightning.
Pat then had sexual relations with Lightning, Chuck stopped laying eggs (that is somehow both important, and not) and I now have 6 new chickadees. This is all well and good and I'm totally in love with these adorable chicks, but, I now have 8 chickens in a space of weeks. If Pat continues doing what he is doing, and to be fair, why would he not, I'm going to have an average of 6 extra chickens every 8 to 12 weeks.
That's going to be a really big problem, extremely quickly.
So i've spoken to my neighbour who used to own a chicken farm, and he gave me some options:
1) Cage him.
2) Kill him.
3) Re-home him. Immediately.
So I called his old owners and they're coming to get him.
I'm sad, because he's a dude. But Mamma didn't raise no fool.
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And on some really positive news, well, actually, that's, Why didn't you tell me this before...
I was at an old stud farm today. No longer in use as a stud farm, just used for grazing now, and as I was wandering around I went, Ummmmm what are those Flood lights for? That's a bit odd to have them in a paddock.
Well, it works out that they kept the Mumma's to be in this paddock, and when everyone was close they turned the Flood lights on so they could see the Mumma's when they were in labour. That in itself is interesting, but wait, I've got this big Mother Ass shed at home. It's HUGE and, drum roll please....has bloody floodlights. Which literally light up the whole driveway and the Welcome Paddock and paddock next door.
Which is where Mumma gave birth.
Duh! Why didn't you tell me!
On an extremely positive note: Game set for next year.
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So I went into Mumma's paddock this morning and she is looking very pleased with herself. In fact, she was almost preening. Lifting her head this way, then a little that way. It was the oddest thing.
We were having a bit of a chat and then I went, Wait...where's your halter?
I don't have a halter, Tania. I'm a home horse. (referring to my horses at home never wearing a halter, because they always come when called).
You are not a home horse....you are...well anyway, you were wearing a halter yesterday.
She just looked at me as if I was stupid.
Home. Horse.
Well, it was off now and nowhere to be found, so I thought I would just show her the rope halter (and connected rope lead - all one piece) that we use here. Which would have been fine if the young one hadn't come over to see what was taking so long for breakfast, saw Mumma just standing there and seeing a golden opportunity, took a flying leap trying to give her a shag.
Grrrrrrrrrrrr
Obviously, the rope session was a non-event.
Peace, love and sunflowers, baby.
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So that's been our week:
I am surrounded by love and babies. I love that animals come when they're hurt. That's a special kind of magick that happens right there. I also love that I get to play with horses every single day.
Life just seems to be getting better and better and better.
And hopefully, hooves crossed and holding my breath, I'm getting smarter.
Big hugs and horsey kisses from us here, to you there.
Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, the Big E, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Little Boo, Pat, Chuck and Lightning and 6 little chickadees.
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* Thinking of you and your family, Jenny. So sorry to hear about Grandma.
Big love from the tribe here, in NZ xx
** I'm not allowed Flood lights.
Not quite the phrase used, but, you know, close enough.