The Most Unfortunate Events

The most unfortunate events are the most unfortunate because they are both negative and have poor timing. Michael and I are nerds, this is no secret, and we have DragonCon this weekend. It is the only Con we do and a big event every year.

Now that I’ve set the scene, let me tell you a little more about my boy Zeus. He is a horse who has had approximately 12 homes in as many years as far as I can tell. Despite this, he is a truly good boy. Someone has mishandled him at some point, but he has been willing to learn to trust us again, and he’s always been amazing under saddle. He just didn’t have any clue about why we’d want to pet him, give him treats, or do anything with him that wasn’t tack and ride. This is unfortunate because he is the most problem prone horse. He is, by our guess, half spotted saddle and half rocky mountain horse. He has a small white patch and a beautiful brown almost black color. He is gaited and under saddle very hard to spook. I love him to pieces, though in a different way than I love Holly.

So what do I mean by problem prone? Well, he’s allergic to something in our grass which gives him a near perpetual case of scratches. He has a back end that is often tight so he is a frequent visitor with the chiropractor. He is sensitive to fly bites and often swells from them. He is a mess. Despite this he has the pain tolerance of a tank. So when he comes up lame, it isn’t good. That is what happened yesterday. He’s got some thrush at the moment, as well as the scratches, but I don’t think either is the problem. So his chiropractor we call, and in the mean time he’s penned in the barn, the size of 4 stalls, getting hay and dimethyl sulfoxide plus treatment for scratches, and thrush. The other legs are wrapped, and we are hoping he’s better soon. His theory on all of this? LET ME OUT YOU HEIFERS!

Explaining

I find myself explaining certain things over and over again. It is sometimes frustrating. People ask why I don’t even consider eating my ducks, I mean they are a delicacy. OMG I’ve explained this so many times so I’m going to put it out in the universe and maybe it will somehow make me have to explain less

 

  1. My ducks are generally dual purpose or egg ducks. Meaning, wouldn’t be as good to eat as say a Pekin
  2. My ducks are breeds not found in my area so in order to replace one it would be ordering ducks from California
  3. They weren’t bought with the plan to eat them
  4. They have their own job. Laying eggs. Why would I eat them?
  5. Um, I’ve raised them since babies to be pets. I’m not a vegetarian, but I have to go into it when I first get them on weather they are for eating or not.
  6. They are cute
  7. I don’t want to
  8. Why do I need another reason?

Monotony

I don’t have much to write about today, and that’s exactly what I’m writing about. I live on a farm. How is there not something to write about? Simple. When you are waiting for something, like Georgia heat to slack off or rain to not be making it impossible to mow in the evenings, a type of dull monotony sets in. Hence the title. It is almost hypnotic and the animals almost seem to fall into it too (of course this is an illusion, they don’t know our perceptions)

So I await the break in the monotony. What do I do in the mean time? The thing that is never done on a farm: Cleaning.

The Woe of Filth

I rather like to think the titles of my blogs are overdramatic. That is certainly the point, because lets face it, life on a farm while constantly busy, isn’t very dramatic. To that end, what this ‘woe’ is, is a duck pond. Its man made, and small. The thing is, we can’t seem to find a way to keep it clean. I’ve blogged on it before, but the difference this time is I am on my own about coming up with a plan. Michael thinks it will get blocked with pinestraw no matter what we do. I say baloney. So, I don’t think I’m a genius, but here is my plan.

Step 1: Get a very wimpy submersible pump

Step 2: Build a cage for that pump with wire mesh.

Step 3: Run the water from that pump to a pond form, small and round, we had before.

Step 4: Tilt that pond form ever so slightly toward the pond.

Step 5: Fill that pond with water lilies, and maybe gold fish? Any ideas are WELCOME

Step 6: When the pond gets full it will create a flow back into the pond.

Step 7:Try to limit how much pinestraw gets in the pond.

With an objective eye, I can honestly say that sounds like a hot freakin mess, so if you have ideas, hit me up.

 

 

 

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The Pause Button

I didn’t realize before owning a farm that my worst enemy would be the pause button. What precisely is the pause button? Things that prevent the work from getting done. What I didn’t anticipate was how many things would set mine off. I am normally pretty low maintenance, but since moving out here I’ve had a series of bad luck fit to rival A Series of Unfortunate Events. I will not be as verbose as Mr. Snicket though.

 

 

 

My pause buttons:

 

  • Rain
  • Excessive Heat
  • Excessive Humidity
  • Allergies (I’ve always had them but something in my field is giving some of the worst reactions I’ve ever had)
  • Other time obligations
  • Tractor failure

 

And lately my pause button has looked like a dang strobe light.

It’s a Jungle Out There

When the rain is frequent the pasture doesn’t get mowed. Throw in the fact that in this weather it has been sweltering. The humidity has been out of control. So, what does all this mean? Tractor work has been a no go. Yesterday I finally got some of it did some of it. Even with the mower deck all of the way up it was like trying to bushwhack through a jungle. Thank god the tractor is high quality and new. Otherwise it would have been insane.

That’s What I’m Talking About

Our egg collection has been down for a variety of reasons. If you look back then you’ll know I’ve been fighting some predators, molting, etc. I have accepted that with our set up it just might not be in the cards for consistent laying. Today, I picked up a dozen from over the course of 2.5 days. That is what I am talking about!