Bits and Pieces

Ok, ok, ok here we go! As usual, never a dull moment here on the farm! We had a horse delivered a few days ago and along with her another horse who was going to graze down part of our pasture. Transporting our new big grey mare Ruby was the easy part to say the least... The other horse, Keno, well he was a little stressed out about the whole situation. The couple who were going to be boarding rented a truck and trailer that supposedly was a two-horse trailer but ended up only being big enough for one passenger at a time so they ended up having to make two trips. Ruby was the first drop, mission accomplished, safe on arrival. As soon as she was settled in I had to make a trip to town for a vet appointment (another story.) When we got home two hours later there was no sign of Keno in the side pasture. Hmmm... I called and asked where he was. Well, he broke through the fence and was in the big pasture with Ruby. So I went up to check on them both. I only found Ruby. She was standing there snacking, swishing her tail, happy as a clam in high tide. No Keno. I kept walking... There he was. In the cow pasture. He had gone over two more fences and looked like he had been given a bad hair cut by Edward Scissorhands. His stress level was really high. So I called Emily and told her things were not so good on the farm. They came back out, doctored him up, mended some fences, put him and Ruby together in one of the small pastures and called it a night. The next morning I was awoke at 5:00 by a still highly stressed equine. Tina and the sheep had come down and I thought we were going to have a major situation. Ruby on the other hand was just happy to be here. Sad to say, Keno had to go. They rented another trailer and took him back across town to the comfort of his own stall and turn out. I guess white trash country life just wasn't in the cards for Keno. I have decided to get some more sheep instead of leasing out the pasture to anymore horses. At least until 6 gets home.

So Ruby is a four-year old dapple grey Thoroughbred. Bee.U.Ti.Full. She is gentle, good-natured and really just want's to be your friend. Ruby's down fall is she has a genetic hip issue which prevents her from doing the kind of things a big grey mare like her would normally do. Basically she's front wheel drive instead of all wheel drive, but for around here that works just fine. Wyatt has his first lesson this morning so he can start learning the basics and is SO excited : ) He got new boots last night and wore them out of the store with his plaid graduation shorts on. It was an interesting look, kind of Britney Spears meets Pa Kettle kind of look. If I don't watch it, he'll be wearing overalls with no shirt like his Texas PeePa and MeMa. I'm not from the South so I may have just misspelled PeePa and MeMa.



About this trip to the vet... Three years ago the neighbor kept his horses in our upper pasture and they pushed one of the fences over. My Grampy told Chucky he had to get his horses out of there and couldn't bring them back until he fixed the fence. Chucky (who is forty) lives with his Sister (who is fortyish) and his Mother in a falling down shack and keeps his horses in a dirt field. Needless to say, Chucky never fixed the fence. So, I decided I would go over there and make them another offer... Fix and maintain the fence and he can use the pasture. As I turned in the driveway I saw a cat. As I drove in the driveway I saw 1647 cats. It was like a horror movie. Cats e v e r y w h e r e. Long haired cats, short-haired cat, cats with no hair, black cats, white cat, orange cats, big cats, small cats... Well, you get the idea. It was worse than anything I have ever even seen on the Discovery Channel. I guess I don't have to tell you, we left with a kitten. I did not want a kitten. I don't even really like cats. AND, this was the ugliest kitten I had ever seen, it looked like it was made out of leftover kitten parts. Huge orange head, white feet, brown body, black legs, I'm not kidding, she is homely. But of course Wyatt had to have her, and of course I can't say no. On the ride home I made Wyatt wrap her up in a towel and hold her away from his body. She had black crusties in her nose, green glue junk oozing from her eyes... Ugh, I just threw up in my mouth a little. As soon as we got her home I washed her and called for a vet appointment. She had to sleep in the dog crate that night because I was pretty sure she had lice. And she did. The Vet said she had never even seen feline lice, but assured us it was not transferable to people or dogs. So now our "free" kitten Pansy is all fixed up. She's on antibiotics, flea meds, and some other crazy stuff, eating real food and sleeping on a soft bed with a boy. Sometimes a girl just gets lucky. It still makes my stomach oogy every time I think about the other 1646 cats up there, oh wait, LeeAnn, Wyatt's friend went back and got two kittens so there's only 1644 cats left, so that's better. Not.



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