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adventures of the amateur farmer - Ambar
August 22nd, 2002
10:16 pm


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adventures of the amateur farmer
Coming home today, I had the bright idea to drop by the feed store and pick up some hay for the mares, as well as the cat food and litter that was already on the shopping list. I usually order hay from the nice people around the corner, who deliver, but I am moderately sheepish about the fact that I have a few bales still in my usual storage spot which have molded (and thus are not fit to feed to horses), and I'm not sure if I can talk them into disposing of it for me. Besides which, I want to get a big hay feeder for the girls so I don't have to feed it on the ground (where they will walk on it and waste it).

That went fine -- the feeder was out of stock, though -- and I came home and lolled about pleasantly for an hour or so, until I started to worry about running out of daylight.

Then I had the next bright idea, which was to drive the truck down the hill into the pasture and dump the bales out of it, rather than try to load 100lb hay bales into my wheelbarrow and roll it down manually. Well, downhill wasn't so bad. Returning uphill, unloaded -- I got stuck.

Several times. After all, I could always reverse out of whatever hole I had dug and try again, right? Except no matter how much momentum I got going, the drive wheels always hit a soft spot half-way up the hill. Result: another hole.

Okay, fine. I'll back up and -- oops. I'll back into the hay I just dumped, and now I can go neither forward nor back. And there is hay jammed under the hot exhaust pipe, and in my mind hay + heat = imminent grass fire, and now I'm not merely peeved but verging on panic.

Fortunately, I got the hay out from under the truck before anything chose to ignite, and better-part-of-valored my way DOWN the hill to the LOWER gate. The neighbors have a hot tape strung across my access to this area, which I figured I would damned well deal with when I got there. I did in fact get there without incident (although I did have to take a second pass at lining the truck up to go through the lower gate, which is narrower than I thought). Helpfully, the neighbor was handy to unstring his hot tape so I didn't have to, and we had a short chat about the state of fencing, wherein he offered to help me string the new stuff coming in next week.

Got my truck back on pavement where it belongs. Seriously reconsidering the value of four-wheel drive.

Went back down, sans truck, to coax the mares to examine their yummy new diet, to which they took quite happily. Sat on a rock to watch them eat as the sunset faded, planets popped out, passing cars turned on headlights, evening wind blew... waitaminnit.

There's Capucine, age 20, in good flesh, pregnant with her fifth foal, due in February, and her belly. There's Petit Point, age 9, slightly ribby, never foaled, similar pedigree, identical diet, and her belly. Her rather bigger belly.

Holy fuck. Petit Point IS pregnant. Intuition says so, and I have no doubt the ultrasound will fall right in line on Monday.

Gaaaaaaaaah. I sure hope Dr. Hilda can guess the due date.

Now, of course, I want to write all the horse people I know (especially the owner of the two stallions who may have sired this foal -- don't ask) and gibber at them, but I have to wait, because there's no point in gibbering now when I can know for sure on Monday.

You, I can gibber to, because you already know I'm an idiot. >:-)

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Date:August 23rd, 2002 12:15 am (UTC)


Fabulous, wonderful mmmmmmmares! I can't wait to see little bottle-brushy tailed foals! Whee! I love playing with the babies...

We must get together again soon. Doing anything tomorrow? =)
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Date:August 23rd, 2002 12:23 am (UTC)

Re: *giggle*

If by "tomorrow" you mean Friday, the 23rd, then yes, I'm in Castro Valley at CW's, hoping that Palisades is sound again and that I can watch CW work him. (Palisades pulled something in his right rear stifle and has been off for a week, although better every day, and to me he sounded even this morning after the first couple steps.)
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Date:August 23rd, 2002 12:28 am (UTC)

Re: *giggle*

If, on the other hand, you have free time this weekend, and bathing grey mares who have marinated themselves in tarweed sounds like an entertaining occupation, you know my cell #. :-)
Date:August 23rd, 2002 12:31 am (UTC)

Re: *giggle*

Grey mares gone green..... whee! There's a gathering at the Scenery on Saturday night, so I may entertain the notion of coming up to your place during the day. =)
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