Horse Sense....
If it is possible to fall in love with a chicken, then I have with Coyote.
He is absolutely fantastic!
His leg is either broken or deformed, he takes forever to get anywhere, and if you see him on the driveway, you have to stop and wait for him to pass.
And I'm totally in love with him!
That he refuses to lie down and die, has just made my heart crumble. He has so much perseverance, courage and chutzpah that he is beyond awesome.
Love, love, love.
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And Boo-ba-licious is working with boundaries again.
Well, he doesn't wish to work with boundaries but I'm not having him scare me, so we're working on boundaries.
Especially around feeding, where he's just starting to be pushy. Cappy and Mumma are a bit miffy, because it means no banana for pre-breakfast snack at the moment. Mumma has got round this by just cornering me in a different part of the paddock and gently nickering at me, telling me she knows how to behave. Which she does.
Cappy is doing his very best to show Boo-ba-licious how to be an excellent horse though, which is super interesting to watch. When Cappy is teaching all movements are exaggerated and extremely precise.
Slowing everything down, step 1, step 2, step 3.
To be fair though, Boo-ba-licious is a bloody quick learner.
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And I'm trying a new deodorant at the moment.
This is particularly interesting, because I originally was using it for something completely different. Then last night I was looking for something else again and decided to try it, and then realized I could also use it as a deodorant. I do have to say my first thought was, That'll never work...
Looks like I was wrong though, absolutely 100% NO smell all day. Even now, 12 hours later, nothing.
Super impressed with that, but let's give it another day or so before I get really excited.
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S.O.B!! I turned the wrong way and have somehow fucked my knee. It's swollen to twice it's bloody size.
Guess this is Spirits way of saying, Slow down, baby.
Well, I suppose I bloody have to now, don't I.
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And Boo-ba-licious is so damn clever.
He's getting the whole Boundaries thing real quick. That's what I love about that Horse/human door. When it's open, communication happens. Now my part is to make sure that I am honest with him. That my words and actions are clear and I reward him when he gets things right.
I'm working very hard at being my best person.
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So it was attempt Number 2 to buy weaners today. It went as well as the first.
Well, first off, I missed the baby races, which I don't like. Secondly, I found some real darlings - that's the good part. Well, there were two lots that I was considering. Some red and white ones, which were ok, and some gorgeous pure black, fluffy ones, which I completely fell in love with.
I then thought that the little ones were first through the sales, but it worked out the ones I wanted were the two last lots. As much as that was frustrating, it was actually a blessing in disguise, because the lovely gentleman I was sitting next to started explaining things to me. Like price per kg and whether the cows were good or not.
This was extremely helpful. And part of the reason I didn't buy.
Now, as you know, the prices of cows is going down. Noticeably. So as I'm sitting there with the lovely man, he's working out, then showing me, the price per kg of the different cows as they went through. The odd one was over $2 per kg but the majority of them went for $1.80, $1.90 ish.
And this is where it gets a bit tricky. The little ones I wanted were selling for $3.90 per kg.
I know, right. You do the math.
I wasn't paying that for the black ones, they were cute as, but skinny as fuck. And I just couldn't fall in love with the red and white ones. I mean, I tried, but I just couldn't get there.
Even the Auctioneer was saying, Tania, these are a good buy, in your price range, put a bid in... and even as I was thinking, I guess I could... already I was shaking my head and saying, No.
Bugger.
Back to the drawing board.
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Boo-ba-licious manners are improving. He's getting it.
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And One is a Rooster.
I bloody knew it!
Ask me how I know?
I was out feeding out this afternoon, and the bloody thing was crowing at me.
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And the funniest thing...You know how I was saying about my knee and Spirit wanted me to slow everything down?
Well, apparently they didn't think I was doing a very good job so cancelled Every. Bloody. Plan. I had this weekend.
You know, you can't reason with them some days.
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And I have cows!
Well, after the sales-not-sales, I went on Trade Me and found the most gorgeous Scottish Highland Cows. Those are the super fluffy ones with massive horns. They are sooooooooooooo cute! Unfortunately, they were in the South Island. So organised to buy them on condition that I could find a transporter.
Then rang a transporter number I had been given.
And then things went weird.
Apparently, I do know this transporter, we were talking at the sales and then he reminded me of a conversation I had had with one of his friends there. Spoke about me not buying cows and why not, talked to me about where I lived, and then said, Absolutely, 100% no to Scottish Highland cows.
Apparently, they are filthy tempered, hard to train, aggressive and generally only for stupid peeps who don't know this.
Well, ok then.
Same goes for miniature cows. Cute, but not particularly useful and almost impossible to re-sell.
Then told me to ring his friend like he told me to do at the sales.
So I did.
Went round and saw him, and am now the proud owner of 3 pure black, fluffy weaners. They are gorgeous and I'm so pleased I didn't buy at the sales, because these are in way better condition. I haven't named them yet, but will over the next few days.
It was a truly bizarre but ultimately, really positive, conversation.
Oooooooohhhhhh....and Mumma and Boo-ba-licious are on their very best behaviour with them. Mumma because I growled at her, telling her that she was not to be mean to them, as they were going to eat the long grass so she had the good grass. She understands grass.
Boo-ba-licious, because he is not in the same paddock yet. Fingers crossed though.
Anyway, there is 3 so they should be able to sort Boo-ba-licious out, or at least give him a good work out.
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And bloody Coyote is neither getting better or dying.
But it is quite obvious that the leg is a mucho problem. We now all have conversations about what it might be, how it might have happened, whether he/she might die and everybody makes sure they don't run him over. I've Googled, Chicken with leg issues and it comes down to this one thing:
If Coyote is a girl, she'll live, if he's a boy, he'll die.
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So that's been our week:
It's been surprising on all kinds of different levels. It's been all zig zaggy, not in a straight line. So I would be thinking I'm doing one thing, and then there we are with a completely different picture, which has been weird.
Lots and lots of conversations this week about being success focussed, ego, goal orientated, words vs actions, actions and actions, multi layered communications and well, everything inbetween. Some of them have been fantastic and I've felt amazing afterwards, and some not so much:
I've known you for years now, but I don't even know how many brothers and sisters you have, that's not ok. What's your favorite colour?
or
I'm a sex addict and I'm hoping you are too.
and
This is not what it looks like...
Spirit are making me work really hard emotionally though. Pushing, pulling, nudging and generally doing anything and everything in their power, to get me to the next level. This is the part that I like the least when working with Spirit. The little tricks that people use, you can't use them with Spirit. Spirit see you soul naked and are like, Really?
But if I break this week down to the barest bones on an emotional level, then it comes down to one teensy little question:
How do your actions show that you value me as a friend, lover or relationship?
A truly bizarre and multi-dimensional week with Spirit.
Big hugs and horsey kisses from us here, to you there.
Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Little Boo, Pat, Chuck and Lightning, Humprey, Coyote and One and 3 random, but super cute, cows.
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* If you come up on my Facebook as having been checking out my profile, I'm going to send you a friend request.
I don't like shadow friendships and I absolutely, 100%, refuse to accept, creepy behaviour.
Whether you do, or do not accept my friend request is not the issue.
It's not ok to show one face to me, and another face everywhere else.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved.
In secret.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No.