Horse Sense....




So I think I've got my feed back on track.

Well, first off, I've gone back to the way I was doing things (which was working mostly perfectly) and found a new base feed (before I add everything extra in), which I'm really loving.

Hopefully, fingers and hooves crossed, Boo-ba-licious loves his new feed and everyone at home is back on track.


Successfully doing my no-poo.

I still can't wait until everything is in balance, however, I can get the smell right by using a few drops of Neem Oil Essential Oil in the Epsom Salts, and I now know that it is just a process for the sebum to self-regulate.

Which will eventually happen.



I've also found that the best way to check to see whether food is good for me is to give it to my chickies.

The little fluff balls who eat absolutely everything, refuse to eat some things.

The things which I've now realized I take a reaction to, like colours in food or numbers.

They'll all come running up and then come to a screeching halt, looking at me with disappointed eyes, We're not eating that...

Weirdest thing in the Universe, but it works 100% of the time.

Food they loves the most though?

Miss Krispy Fried Chicken.


Boo-ba-licious is back on track.

Works out he thought he could pick on someone.

Works out he was wrong.

To be fair, if he had asked me first I could have told him that.


And after the most horrible, crappiest, most disgusting rain, wind, thunder and lightning - and not the good kind - the Sun is shining.


How can I just be learning at 53 years old that the best firestarter in the Universe, is a little bit of vaseline on a scrunched up paper towel?


Best no-poo wash is: 

1 teaspoon of Baking Powder - water to mix, then on top of that add a little Apple Cider Vinegar and then add more water, mix again.

Put on hair and leave while you do shower things

Rinse off.

Soft as silk and just gorgeous.

** Just noticed that this mix gives my hair a slight yellow tinge, while Epsom Salts gives my hair a gorgeous white vibe.

** Also just realised that I am emitting a weird ass kind of smell from my pores.

Not ugly, however, completely different to what I normally smell like.

As my hair is rebalancing, it is also rebalancing the PH balance of my whole body.


OMG Best news EVER!!

One of Liams best mates has just been offered a position at...guess where....HARVARD!!!!!!

Congratulations Andre!  That is a massive achievement.

Actually, let me tell you all about Andre...

Andre (25 years old) has BSc (Hons, First Class) currently, and is completing a PhD in Psychology and a Postgraduate Diploma in Clinical Psychology.  He has been offered a Postdoctoral Fellowship at Harvard Medical School and also a position as a Visiting Fellow at VU in Amsterdam.  Within that Andre will be working on a World Health Organization project looking at First Year University Students Mental Health, particularly suicide risk, algorithms and precision treatment ie: How can we identify risk early and direct them to support?

Otago University want Andre to lead the Suicide Prevention efforts for this project.

We love you, kiddo, you're a fucking rockstar xx


So I have a new party trick...

Works out that I can taste the plastic on food in freezer.

Got to say that is a very unplesant experience.

The first time I thought I had somehow got turps on my hand (well, I had been painting the fence) and it had somehow transferred to the food.  

That maybe I had touched and cross contaminated.

And here we are a few months later and that is definitely a, Nope.  

I can literally taste the plastic as it leaches into the food.

To be fair, that is a fine talent to have as I really, really do not want to have those toxins in my body.

However, having to throw out half my freezer, not so much.

And the new question is:

How the fuck do you store food in the freezer then?


Boo-ba-licios loves his granola more than anything in this world.

He's always waiting and counts out his handfuls - 1...2...3...wait...where's number 4?



The price of eggs has gone up 26% since March.


None of my horses have been wearing jackets because it a) has been warm and b) when it's not raining, thunder or lightning it has been nice.

So everyone has been nude, including my lovely TB Cappy and the mini's.

Now Az is wearing a jacket.

With all the rain and then sun, the grass got long, too sugary and Az got sugar hooves.

Then promptly lost weight.

As I am writing this he is on 3 meals a day AND a jacket.


And I ran into a small issue with my hair.

Was in my cycle, like Belles and Mumma, and my body was trying to regulate and kind of missed the mark.

My hair was fine when I got up, but within an hour was so greasy I had to put it up, then it got itchy.

But I was ok that day.  Just.

I had to wash it the next day though and used baking soda and apple cider vinegar, however, had a bath while I was doing it and left everything on for too long.

It is now, as I am writing this, slightly yellow and all fugly.  

It will calm down, this is just a little hiccup.


I just about had fucking heart failure today.

Not just one, but now two of my main components of feed, are gone.

One because the quality is, and has been over the past month, shite, and I refuse to use it, and today I found out there is a shortage again, and my second product is not able to be sold to me.

...Or you either, so don't be a smart ass.

Anyway, I did end up having a bloody cool conversation with a noticably older guy who then steered me in another direction, just as bloody well, because I had actually bought feed with Soy in it because I was freaking out so badly.  

I then gave my feed back. I'm doing my thing, going to check out new feed, what do I see?  My old product that is in shortage.

So I promptly bought all their bags.

And if I can find any more tomorrow, I'm going to buy all their bags, too.

You are going to have to be a whole heap smarter, and quicker, than what you currently are, chicky babe, if you want to keep up.

Because, in case you hadn't noticed, I will do anything to get my feeds right for my horses.


So that's been our week:

I respect and value my relationships that have come from my feed peeps.  I'm grateful that I can go in, check out food, they'll open bags for me, chit chat about dosages (the old fashioned kind of a handful here, two big handfuls there...)  and consistently there is always something new and interesting to talk about, learn or hear.

And my horses are (mostly) happy and well, and just want to hang in the Sun and Zen out, baby.

Which we are.

When it's not pissing down with rain, thunder and lightning.

Kissy hugs

Caps, me (T - she/her), Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Chuck, Rose, Pepper, Shelley, Marmite, Geraldine, Milli, Bessie, Raz, Sugar, Butter, Cookie and Cinammon, and the cows, Mickey, Mikey and Moose.

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