So two things with Mr Boo-ba-licious:
1) That boy can run.
Whooooooooo....I've watched him be 3 paddocks (plus a corner) away from me, and beat me getting to the house, which from where I was standing was less than 70 metres.
Which brings us to number 2:
2) He has the emotional maturity of a rubber duck.
He looks amazeballs, but he is nowhere near as put together as Belle.
Belle is so much more settled and relaxed. Not 100% mind, just more.
By about 1000 times.
Physically he, even now, would be able to race as a 2 year old.
Emotionally he needs at least another year.
* Yes, correct, both pictures are the same horse. Boo-ba-licious changes colour depending on the herbs I use.
** Yes, correct again. Boo-ba-licious is not wearing a jacket nor will he until he goes back into training in about a month's time.
My horses are raised strong, to be strong race horses. Which they are.
In fact, horses have a built in Thermo-regulator which regulates their body warmth, so they don't need a jacket if they have been raised without one.
Because I choose not to jacket Boo-ba-licious, he also has open stables to protect him from the weather, which is constantly stocked with hay and balage (where he can snack as much or as little as he wants), plus breakfast, dinner and an after dinner snack (mini meal).
And we use top quality hard feed, herbs, vitamins and minerals, the best that is on the market, in our feeds.
Boo-ba-licious also gets to run free on 5 acres with Mumma and Cappy and the cows if he wishes. Which often he does.
Edit: this does not include: Cappy (he was raised with jackets), Mumma (who just likes them), Az (likes to be like everyone else), Ralphy poo (stallions always want things), Chew (has to have a jacket on up to, an including, 22 degrees), Suz (because she's a girl) and Belle because she's in training.
And OMFG how can I possibly have more chickens and less eggs?
3 eggs if I'm really lucky, but most days 2. That's 7 chickens per egg.
But there's not even any squawking to say that they are laying.
Just dead air, baby.
And I've looked everywhere and not just me, I've had friends look, too. By rights there should be about 16 dozen lying around somewhere.
Nope. Nothing. Nada.
However, you have no idea how bloody fantastic it is seeing all these super gorgeous chickens walking around free. Some times they come and have a chat, some just sit in Silence and others just squabble amongst themselves.
In front of me, as if they expect me to sort it out.
Found out why chickens may not be laying...
Fucking stoat's moved in.
Not one of my chickens, but an unfortunate night for one pigeon.
Home chickies not moving away from house...
So the little one has a new party trick.
Throwing his food bucket up and over in the air.
I tell you what, it's like dealing with a bloody teenager...who's 500kgs.
However, this is not my first rodeo, baby.
And we've just ordered the next part of our racing gear.
Slowly but surely, I'm getting my horses sorted.
Once those arrive, we have a plan for the next stage.
I bloody love this part almost as much as the making babies bit.
The Nut and Seed Cycling is going really well, apart from my cycle time.
I again, did not get it right.
And I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
But somehow my, That time of Month is deeper and more intense.
I just don't get it.
So I freaked out because I didn't realize that horses lost their teeth.
Oh c'mon, how was I supposed to know that?
Anyway, Boo-ba-licious is getting new teeth.
Well, put it this way, he's lost a couple of his old ones.
And we have mice.
Well, that's not true, we have both mice and rats.
I honestly, cross my heart, have picked up 12 mice from inside our home just this week. Sometimes I've actually caught 2 or 3 in a day.
And I've got one particular smart ass one.
That one lives in our pantry, and eats my Ferrero Rocher chocolate balls.
The first time he did it, I didn't even know what it was. I just found some weird, scrunched up, eaten, paper.
It wasn't until I cleared out my pantry that I found the whole bloody packet gone!
And you know the worst part?
He had eaten one at a bloody time.
Seriously, one whole complete chocolate, then moved to the next one. Then the next.
That really annoys me. I hate a smart mouse.
And we now have two (2) rats in the shed where I keep the feed.
I've got rid of the stables one, but the one that lives outside in the hedge is still there and as I said, we now have shed ones.
Neighbours came down and helped set up traps again.
I would be completely freaking out if everybody else wasn't in the exact same position.
Everyone's got them.
And I'm so damn clean in my house you could eat off the floor.
1 rat down, baby!
So I go outside this morning and Mumma is standing by the fence by the chicken coop, not by the house like normal, which was a bit weird.
I go over to say, Hi! and she just looks at me with her big, brown eyes, Call Phil.
And there we have it, the final, and yes we checked, double checked, then triple checked to be on the safe side, post down in the stables. Complete with 9 inch nails sticking up.
Welcome Paddock shut off again until fixed.
Boo-ba-licious would sulk, but knows better.
Chuck and Pat (the Rooster and King of all he sees and lots he doesn't) have weird scales on their feet.
I've started working with the Kawa Kawa wash today.
Honestly, how anyone can eat Chicken Feet though is beyond me. I've seen what their feet do.
Bloods - third week of one months worth, for our Forensic Toxicologist.
And the Nut and Seed Cycling is back on track.
It's only 1 possibly 2 days I get it wrong. Wish me luck for this cycle.
Feed bins are now happily (for me) screwed onto fence and what a difference it has made.
Boo-ba-licious now stands there (nicely) waiting for feed, and we don't have all those bloody dramas with throwing, kicking, then kicking again, feed buckets.
And stables are also fixed.
And looking very nice they are too. Works out that the stables had been done in two parts.
The first part was a cheap and cheerful jobby where they dug the posts in but didn't concrete, and the second part was when they did do what they should have.
For future reference if you are doing any work on land, don't do a shite job.
No, really, please don't.
The Kawa Kawa wash worked amazingly on Pat and Chuck.
A bloody brilliant end result.
Pat - Day 1
Pat - 3 days later
Chuck - Day 1
Chuck - Day 3
So that's been our week:
It's crazy busy here, but in a good way. Yes, it's annoying another post is down but with all the, Well, that didn't work too well... there's so much that I am getting right.
And more things that I'm going, Ok, well if I did this ** then that's going to work better for the horses, way better for me, and quicker.
So slowly but surely, I'm getting smarter, cleaner and clearer.
Fingers crossed (and doing a little prayer) that I'm at the races tonight.
Don't bother calling me if I'm not, I'll be throwing things.
Love your life, baby.
Big kissy hugs
Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Chuck, Rose, Pepper, Lily, Shelley, Marmite, Geraldine, Milli, Bessie, Raz, Sugar, Butter, Cookie and Cinammon, and the cows, Mickey, Mikey and Moose.
* Yah me! that I have finally worked out how to put photo's in.
However, since we are going retrograde, which means lots of miscommunication, missed, lost and otherwise not working things, I'll wait to see how they actually turn out, but they looked fine when I put everything in.