Horse Sense....
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And we have Daisy - she has a white tummy, Delilah - she's the girly girl one and Donz.
Donz is the cow equivalent of Chew.
Do you remember that stonking great, hip high hole, in the front paddock?
Well, I got up this morning and Donz was standing inside the fence, but wait, perching on the end of the drop like one of those velcroe bloody goats that you see stuck to the side of a sheer cliff face, eating grass.
Bloody cheek!
Fed all the horses, while yelling at Donz to Get the hell out of that damn hole! I've found it best to let everyone know what is ok and not, asap, so nobody is confused like.
No one was confused, and by the time I had mucked out, Donz was completely back where she should be with a, No need to lose your shite look.
Fucks sake...
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And I'm totally into Breathing and Mindfulness right now.
At random times during the day I literally stop, and do this 15 minute Breathing and Mindfulness moment.
I don't care what I have on, I just stop and do it.
To be honest, I'm not sure (ok, ok, damn sure I'm not) doing it right, but it gives me a peace that I find refreshing.
And Mindful.
I think I'll keep it.
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FFS!! Lightning died last night.
Jezussssss H Christ in pajamas. And the only reason I found out was when I looked outside, and only her babies were sitting on the veranda perch.
She never left her babies.
Fuck.
Anyway, after hunting high and low this morning, found her all curled up in the shed. Dead.
So, after lots of talking with friends who have chickens, and my good friend Google, I found an organic chicken place, which deals with all things chicken, about 20 minutes away from me.
After popping in and seeing/feeding Belle, I jumped in the car and went to see them. And it worked out really well.
The lovely lady, Chris was super helpful. I spoke about food (freaking out that maybe it was what i was feeding), poos, general health and well-being, lice and then I brought out photo's. And as soon as we got to the blood on the veranda, Chris said, She was hurt in the attack.
Now let me back track a bit here. Mumma Lightning and her babies, One and Humphrey (who I am praying is actually a girl) sleep on my deck at night, by the french doors, on the top rail. All goods. Two weeks ago I got up, fed out, but when I came back inside there was a HUGE blood balloon which had splattered by my French Doors. I don't know whether I wrote about it here, but I did on Instagram, complete with photo's. It was a shite load of blood. And freaked me because I thought that one of my chickens was dead - there was that much blood.
But no, all chickens counted and alive.
So then I thought it was a stoat and Pat the Don had attacked it. But there was no body. Or blood trail.
No, really, there was a lot, lot, lot of blood.
We now believe that Mumma Lightning had been hurt in that attack, even though she looked fine, and died of her internal injuries last night.
That fucking sucks, but she was beautiful and I would not have expected any less from her.
So moving forward from here, I have organised our very own chicken house, will put photo's up when it arrives, I've found some amazing NON-soy food which I've started them on tonight, and I've met some more cool people.
It's kind of weird with this NON-soy food, because peeps come under two distinct catagories:
1) Believers - whose first words when I ask about Soy are, No! Do you know what it does to your body? and
2) The Non-Soyers - who sit in the field of, The Scientists say that it's fine.
And the two shall never meet.
But all jokes aside, it's not actually something you can sit on the fence on. There's just too much information out there that you literally have to shut your eyes to it. I can understand why, it's cheap and outwardly gets results. But I'm not the outward girl. I don't give one flying Monkey's about looks. I care about results.
But anyway, you know yourself if you yourself, horses, chickens etc are not behaving like they should,ie: hormonally dysfunctional, weight gain and/or mood swings, then there's something wrong.
You'll do something about it sooner or later.
I just hope for those beautiful broodmares and babies that it is sooner, but you know, I can't make you see what you don't want to see.
Actually, another funny thing is that you see me talk about all this "crazy" stuff and everyone will be, No, no, you crazy....not work.... and then months later, I see the same peeps trying and/or using it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I want to go, You need to use this with this, or that with that, you're only doing it half right... but when peeps are doing it in the sneaky way, I don't have room to move. The amount of times I have heard someone say to me, You're not a Vet or a Scientist, what do you know?
I know your damn horse is not getting results.
All jokes aside though, I cannot say, This is why it's not working, do it this way.
But I just don't get peeps these days, I have literally had people tell me that I feed my horses shite, no good. Then months later I watch them using the exact same thing.
Or they tell me herbs don't work, refuse to even look at a Scientific book, and then I watch them have a conversation of authority, with someone telling them about herbs and how they work. Giving them information about how to "fix" a horse with herbs, rather than the ways herbs are supposed to be used, in the pro-active way.
Herbs will NOT work to fix a sick horse, if the body is not strong to start with. It'll take weeks, you're better off using a Vet. However, if you can get, and keep, your horse strong, via herbs, then:
a) Your horse very rarely gets sick, a sniffle at most and
b) It recovers from an accident so quick, it will blow your mind.
And I'm having the dubious pleasure of seeing a lot of "Healers" at the moment. This must be the new hot, cash cow phrase, because they sure as shite aren't like the Old Healers I knew. I actually, physically, leave the building now. I'm embarrassed for them.
Honestly, it does my fucking head in some days.
It's the Energy these days though, it's all self-self-self, me-me-me.
As my old Nana used to say, It'll all come out in the wash.
No wonder I love horses though.
** Spirit have given me a slap and made me amend part of the above. So here goes:
I do not have the right to judge any other person on how they work with horses. However, I have every right to ask to not be put in the same box.
But anyway, enough of that, if that wasn't weird enough, the ranch slider in the Welcome Paddock has literally fallen forward and out, shattering. But forward, not back.
Again, I'm checking all horses for cuts, bruises, limps etc but nothing. And the door fell forward, which is by rights, impossible. No kicks on frame, nothing, just fell forward.
We did fix it, my lovely neighbour and me, well, mostly him. I gave him ideas of how I believed it would work though, while he kept shaking his head in a no, no, no, no... way, however, evetually it was fixed with a chicken feed wire type thing which is actually very cool.
This Full Moon Blood Energy has a lot, and I mean, a lot, of explaining to do.
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And 5, count that...1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 kittens have turned up. OMFG they are cute! And fluffy!
Awesome.
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And today was all about fixing things that had unfixed themselves in Full Moon.
A bloody awesome job done. Pictures on Instagram.
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Waiting for my chicken coop house to turn up....
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And that's been our week:
These past weeks have just been insane. The whole bloody worlds gone mad. As in all things, As above, as below so things will eventually sort themselves out.
And as you know, there's been lots of Death, and new beginnings, so our road is definitely all squiggly right now, but Spirit have shown me that the long term, end result, is clear. And awesome.
So, I'm just getting up every day and being my best person. I try and keep you up to date as things happen, but as you are noticing, what is true today, is not accurate a few days, or weeks down the track. However, life is interesting and fun.
Some days more interesting. Some days more fun.
But it's sure as shite, a wild ride right now.
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 Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Chuck, Humprey and One, Daisy, Delilah and Donz.
Rest in chicken Heaven, Mumma Lightning, you did bloody well xx
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* All 5 kittens re-homed.
The first four went within hours. It took me another day and a half to catch the last one.
Who then stole my heart.
She had also been re-homed, sight unseen. Actually, everybody took a kitten sight unseen and I had peeps waiting in line if those people fell through. It was the oddest thing.
Like everyone wanted these starving, wild, flea and worm infested, kittens.
But anyway, I almost backed out of the last kitten and kept her. What decided me in the end, was we are going into a really busy few months and I couldn't give her what she needed.
It was a hard decision though, and I got teary when she left.
She had the most stunning blue eyes, and there was something really special about her, she was a gift from Spirit for someone.
Obviously not me though.
And keeping in the realms of the weird and bizarre...
Peeps keep talking about the cat that sits in our driveway, protecting us, every night.
More than one peeps.
More than one sighting.
Every damn night, it sits in the same damn place, in our driveway.
I. Don't. Own. A. Cat.