The title was intended to be a Game of Thrones joke, since in the show they often idealize the concept of a summer that never ends. Even the concept of a long summer is directly mentioned. Well, the people of Westeros did not live in the American Southeast. It is hot, humid, and difficult to work in. No duh right? Well as many of our farm friends know, it isn’t easy to get our work done in this heat.
This is just a shout out to the others out there living through this Indian Summer, may your work get done, may you manage as best as you can, may things be easier and less humid for you than it is for me. Unfortunately I’m sun sensitive due to some medication, so perhaps I should be nocturnal instead. If only I could see in the dark.
Also, now take suggestions for killing wharf rats and scaring away crows. Have any suggestions, message me!
A nightmare started the other day. I get texts at 7 am while out of state asking if my ducks are in their pen. Being that I’m 6 hours away and adoring of my ducks, I start freaking out. They were bought from California so its not like I can replace them easily even if I wanted to.
I’m now calling everyone I can think of to go check on them because the person who has been minding the farm isn’t due until that evening. A neighbor sends a kid and he says he doesn’t see them in the road, which is where I was told they would be. I don’t know if that’s a relief or not.
Finally the neighbor went to check after we heard but didn’t see them on security camera. They were in their pen, and never left. I was getting frantic texts from multiple people about a wild duck with her babies. Mine aren’t even broody so wouldn’t have a line of ducklings. Relief, but really?! I don’t have Mallards or Rouens or any other broody bird.
A horse going lame is a difficult thing. Sometimes it is easy to fix, sometimes not so much. Previous posts have revealed how Zeus, while hardy and not a complainer, has many things that happen with him. In summary the poor guy has a near perpetual case of scratches, white line disease, and a sore back.
My secret weapon though, is my chiropractor. Her name is Vicky and she is absolutely incredible. I call her before I call my Vet in many cases. She is a chiropractor, masseuse, saddle fitter, and many other amazing skills. Zeus always looks so much better after she’s been to see him.
To my surprise, yes his hips were out of whack which hurt his back, but also, she had great advice about the white line. I learned from her visit that his liver is out of whack, and she was able to make a recommendation for that too. You see, she was able to see how his liver line looked and while not bad, it was a little out of balance.
She was even able to recommend a new supplement to their diet and a new way to treat the white line. I’ve been treating it with a rotation of thrush buster and betadine. No luck. They even had to cut his hoof back. Part of the problem is it not getting his feet cleaned and treated quite enough. This comes largely from him being less than easy to catch and having approximately 6 acres open to him. Far too much. We need to pen them in, and I’ve been trying to get help for that to happen for awhile now. In any case, the treatment hadn’t worked.
First she had me change the white line treatment to tea tree oil. The new treatment for the scratches will include clotrimazole and aloe vera. Lastly to try and get the white line gone for good, a new supplement for the feed, Biostar . I’ve added horseshoer’s secret to help grow the food out.
To be clear, I’m not being paid for any of this, I’m simply hopeful to help my poor guy. He hasn’t had the easiest life, and I’m trying to make it better. Updates to follow.
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!
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
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.
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.