Horse Sense....
So following on in the realms of the weird and bizarre...
There was a damn kitten outside my window at some ungodly hour last night, meowing.
Got up, no damn kitten.
Go back to sleep.
Get up this morning, kitten hunting. No damn kitten.
Put out food.
Food gone 10 minutes later, after I had fed and mucked out horses.
Was super late feeding out tonight as my appointment ran late. Go to get hay for horses in shed and Hello! A teensy, tiny, Meow...
Went inside, got food, put food down, hunted high and low for meow sound.
No damn kitten.
Saw 5 kittens, caught 5 kittens, re-homed 5 kittens.
Meow...
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And I'll bloody throttle that cow.
Go to feed out this morning and Donz is once again, stuck on the side of the damn hole.
I refixed it, hopefully better this time, yelling at her, You do this again and I'm sending you to the works!!
Boo-ba-licious is standing next to Mumma, What's the works?
Sssshhhhhhhh, baby, Ssssshhhhhhhhh....
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So there I am last night, all tucked up reading a book, almost ready to go to sleep. Well, I would already have been asleep, but the book I was reading was all about genetically modifying babies, and what would you do if you had the choice to choose height, eye colour, skin colour, hair, baldness, and/or diseases that you were genetically prone to? What about athletic, educational and/or scientific ability? How much sleep he/she needs? Or to decrease the flight response in high stress situations? What about enhacing the oxygen conversion efficiency, modifying the etabolic pattern? This means that your son/daughter could convert more energy from less food, and go longer on this food.
It was a pleasure book, not a science or factual book that I was reading, but even so, I'm fascinated with the subject. Which is why I was awake. Just.
Then I heard Cappy call.
Not distressed, hurt or upset. Just calling.
Then stopped.
Then did it again. I thought about getting up but it was cold, so instead, I mentally rechecked that everyone was fine when I had last seen them. No blood, cuts, bruises, limps... Nope, so snuggled back down.
Cappy was not amused.
A break of 5 minutes, call, a break of 3 minutes, call, 5 minutes, call...in the bloody end I got up.
Mostly because of the sound. It wasn't a normal chat. He was calling me to come and sort something out, and he wasn't happy.
And it went like this:
There I am in the young one's oversized sweatshirt and boots with a flashlight. I go to the Welcome Paddock which is where everyone hangs ou,t and there was Cappy. By himself.
I check for lumps, bumps, bruises, blood, limps...nope. But there was also no Mumma or Boo.
Boo-ba-licious had buggered off, through the top gate, down two paddocks, turned left and up two paddocks. Mumma had followed. Cappy had told him to come back and Boo-ba-licious had said, I can't hear you... and refused to come back. So Mumma had stayed with him.
BUT, it worked out that where he was, the top wooden part of the fence had come off, which I hadn't noticed because it is not a place I would normally go. However, it meant that Boo-ba-licious could literally step over the fence now and come walk out by the house, car, shed and driveway. He hadn't, but could.
So when Cappy had told Boo-ba-licious to come back and he had ignored him, Cappy had said, If you don't come back, I will call Tarns and she will come out and make you come back.
Which he did. Which I did.
He called me, I came out, he called again when I was standing next to him and Boo-ba-licious replied, which meant that I knew where he was immediately, went over to see him, saw the fence, shoo-ed him back to Cappy, Mumma followed and I was able to shut the paddock off, and everyone went night night.
Not a peep was heard again from anybody.
The thing that eventually made me get up and check though, was when I come home late at night, I always say Hi! to the horses and Cappy always says back, Sssshhhhhhhh Tarns, it's quiet time now. If you speak you'll tell the predators exactly where you are. Sssssshhhhh...
A happy horse will never make one single sound at night.
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And I have four new laying hens.
They are absolutely gorgeous!! They are...wait for it...Blue Lace Gold, Gold Lace Gold and Silver Wyandottes. That's their breed, not their name, by the way. I'll actually name them over the next few days.
And the lady I got them from was bloody awesome. Had a gorgeous property, really well looked after chickens, explained to me what they were and why and what made them great breeding chickens etc.
And she had peacocks!!
I LOVE peacocks. In fact, I had actually bought one, before I realized that I would have to keep it in a cage for 3 or 4 months.
I can't do that, no matter how much I loved it, I won't cage one, so no peacock for me, but OMFG it was beautiful.
It was a bloody fantastic couple of hours, and the chickens are, as I''m writing this, in my bath, until the chook house comes tomorrow morning.
And we talked about horses. Well, c'mon, given any opportunity I will speak about horses - Soy, the physiological and psychological and the jigsaw.
I'm surprised how things are working at the moment though.
Today was random, then more random, then sat in the truly bizarre.
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Chook house turned up this morning, complete with automatic water and feeder.
So after getting all the babes out of the bath this morning, popped them all in the house and left them while I went out.
Came back and let them out.
This worked quite well as two of the six laying hens were chook house, water and feed trained. The other 4 were not.
The two who were trained, taught the four plus my ones at home, how to do everything.
First off, the feeder is a bit clever, they need to stand on a particular part and then a lid comes up, and there is their food.
Took a while for everyone to get that, and my ones are still a bit...We do what?
Never mind, they'll get it.
But the funniest thing in the Universe?
It starts going dark and the bloody things put themselves to bed!!
I kidd you not, they all run up the little ramp, snuggle in and go night night.
You have to see it, to truly appreciate it.
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Best quote of the week: Well that didn't go to plan...
Mark P on being last at the 2 year old Jewels, then winning on Akuta by 10 lengths.
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On a random note:
Do you believe that dinosaurs roamed the earth at the same time as people?
No. The answer is no.
However, plant eating dinosaurs lived then went extinct, then meat eating dinosaurs lived then went extinct, then came people.
Or it could have been the other way round, meat then plant, but either way, it's kind of weird that we couldn't all live together.
Just another random fact which may, or may not, be of interest to you.
You're welcome.
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I just found the body of the stoat.
The Mumma cat that I don't own, finally tracked it down and killed it. Well, actually, she savaged the fuck out of it, then killed it.
Nice one, Mumma, good work.
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So that's been our week:
I get up every day and try and be my best person.
It is also a conscious and committed effort that I make, every moment that I am with people. I wake up with that thought, and it is the last thing I do when I am in bed.
Clearer, cleaner, more slim lined, best version of myself.
Maybe Spirit are appreciating the effort.
I'm going to go with that. Yes, really, that kind of fits. Because otherwise there would be no way that I could rationalize all the weird shite which is happening 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 and our new chickens, Rose (Brown shaver - a really gorgeous red and white colour) Petal (another Brown Shaver who is red and white, too), Kai-Anne (Silver Wyandotte who has the most beautiful black and white lace pattern), Pepper (Silver Wyandotte who also has the most stunning black and white lace pattern), Lily who is a Blue Lace Gold and has the colours of a watercolour, and Shelley who is a Gold laced Gold who looks like autumn leaves.
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* You used the right things, in the wrong combination.
It took the sounds of the world to unbearable levels.
You're welcome xx
** We are praying, that is absolute praying, that you are as good as what you think you are.
No pressure... xx