The details of our colic episode [Long Night]. Round 1 At evening meds, Rodney is covered with mud and refuses his carrot. One advantage to Hubby being a carrot pusher, we have immediate notification when one of the horses is feeling poorly. Rolling + lack of interest in food = possible colic. So I listenContinue reading “The Rest of the Story”
Category Archives: Barn Life
Long Night
Colic scare. Lots of walking. Lots of checking. Little sleep. Why do these things always happen at night? Rodney’s fine. Going back to bed. See ya tm. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Gratuitous Kitten Pic To enter this house is to become content. Your raygun eyes will not save you.
And Yet More Existential Blathering
As you might have suspected, I told the story of my first reverse epiphany for a reason. A week ago, I had another of my Rodney-inspired tailspins. Hubby was lunging & Rodney was being a dork. His behavior might even have been considered progress. The dorkiness was more from TB enthusiasm than tension. In spiteContinue reading “And Yet More Existential Blathering”
Liberty Mare Redux
As I type, Mathilda is eating hay in her pen with, gasp, the door open. Rodney is in the stall to a) keep him out of the way & b) keep her close to home. After her escape at the end of last month [Jailbreak], we had to admit that she was strong enough toContinue reading “Liberty Mare Redux”
Truck Shopping Report
No truck but much data. We knew this was not to be an overnight occurrence. What we want, car dealers don’t sell. Their choice is either a super basic work truck or a moving mansion: leather seats, four doors, extra chrome, and all other manner of nonsense. We have dogs, we don’t want leather seats.Continue reading “Truck Shopping Report”
Weekend Plans
We are going truck shopping!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love my truck but it is an ’89 that we have had for 18 years. The odometer has turned over so many times that it finally expired. The engine makes noises as if powered by asthmatic hamsters. The windshield leaks to the extent that I have to drive withContinue reading “Weekend Plans”
A Line in the Grass
Standard writing advice says write what you know. Lately, I’ve known a lot of grass time. Since we mowed the field, Mathilda has been a complete PIA about grazing. Nothing seems to please her. The mowed part is too short. The unmowed part is too long. She’s turned into Goldilocks with a mane. The realContinue reading “A Line in the Grass”
Virtual Brush Box 