Well, just when we thought that things were going smoothly, Greg’s “to do” book was shrinking, the sun was shining, all was well with the world ( and our WOOFers ) when poor little Danielle had to be put down, Quest put a spanner in the proverbial works and the rain came. GREAT!!!
This morning the team came to the unanimous but very reluctant decision that Danielle had no quality of life and the pain that she was apparently experiencing was making her life unbearable. Sadly we all agreed that Danielle needed to be set free from her pain and she was put to rest today. We will miss her but know that we did everything we could to try to help her and we are confident that we made the right decision.
Quest determined today that the grass really was greener on the other side of the fence and decided to make sure. Unfortunately Quest appears to have inherited my lack of sense of direction and is just as spatially dyslexic as me which I thought was almost impossible but he proved today. Looking very pleased with himself and with gooey mud up to his knees, Quest appeared on the wrong side of the pond, sadly having got there, he was unsure how to take his four giant hooves back to where he aught to be…and where mom, Lady was. Behavioural answer for a horse missing mom and with spatial dyslexia,…panic !!!..and he did, and so did his mom and so, just for good measure did Roman. If there is something to make a fuss about, (and even if there isn’t) Roman will scoot around the pasture like a headless chicken…and he did, while Lady and Quest made the earth move as they charged back and forth in their respective and not necessarily correct pastures. Whilst the horses were creating chaos and mayhem on one side of the road, Hol-ley the calf and her new playmate ( questionable !!) Lamb Chop decided to stage a little bit of mini chaos and mini mayhem on their side of the road which escalated the equine panic to fever level and poor Quatre experienced the raw power of a Shire horse having a Shire horse sized tizzy. Lady was by this time beside herself, bratty Quest suddenly couldn’t work out what all the fuss was about and returned to the barn like the meek little lamb that Lamb Chop suddenly wasn’t. It was all quite exciting and a little ( lot) disturbing to see our very much appreciated and fondly thought about WOOFER intern spinning around on the end of a leadrope but Quatre survived to tell the tale and the horses made it back to the barn…without carrots !!
Three in a bed clearly isn’t going to make for a peaceful life ! Alissia our young doeling has been sacrificed to Macho the amorous and odorous buck with the intention of a baby Macho making its arrival in the early spring. Previously Macho had lived in the same pen, in relative harmony with Daisy Mae the calf and Lamb Chop. It would appear that the honeymoon suite is no longer big enough and poor inoffensive Lamb Chop became the victim of some significant bullying. It was decided that the homeless lamb would become Uncle Lamb Chop to little calf and he was duly introduced under the glare of the camera. Sadly, at least for the time being, the bullied became the bullier and having let Hol-ley know exactly who wears the horns in the pasture now, Lamb Chop set about cleaning up every scrap of alfalfa and calf manna he could find.
Greg and Quatre went back to work on the culvert and Ursula and I went back to work in the garden, I believe we are both winning our respective wars, hopefully the water wont come back as quickly as I know the weeds will !!!!
Well, it’s Saturday morning and almost time to get back to work, take care, keep safe and dry, M
This morning the team came to the unanimous but very reluctant decision that Danielle had no quality of life and the pain that she was apparently experiencing was making her life unbearable. Sadly we all agreed that Danielle needed to be set free from her pain and she was put to rest today. We will miss her but know that we did everything we could to try to help her and we are confident that we made the right decision.
Quest determined today that the grass really was greener on the other side of the fence and decided to make sure. Unfortunately Quest appears to have inherited my lack of sense of direction and is just as spatially dyslexic as me which I thought was almost impossible but he proved today. Looking very pleased with himself and with gooey mud up to his knees, Quest appeared on the wrong side of the pond, sadly having got there, he was unsure how to take his four giant hooves back to where he aught to be…and where mom, Lady was. Behavioural answer for a horse missing mom and with spatial dyslexia,…panic !!!..and he did, and so did his mom and so, just for good measure did Roman. If there is something to make a fuss about, (and even if there isn’t) Roman will scoot around the pasture like a headless chicken…and he did, while Lady and Quest made the earth move as they charged back and forth in their respective and not necessarily correct pastures. Whilst the horses were creating chaos and mayhem on one side of the road, Hol-ley the calf and her new playmate ( questionable !!) Lamb Chop decided to stage a little bit of mini chaos and mini mayhem on their side of the road which escalated the equine panic to fever level and poor Quatre experienced the raw power of a Shire horse having a Shire horse sized tizzy. Lady was by this time beside herself, bratty Quest suddenly couldn’t work out what all the fuss was about and returned to the barn like the meek little lamb that Lamb Chop suddenly wasn’t. It was all quite exciting and a little ( lot) disturbing to see our very much appreciated and fondly thought about WOOFER intern spinning around on the end of a leadrope but Quatre survived to tell the tale and the horses made it back to the barn…without carrots !!
Three in a bed clearly isn’t going to make for a peaceful life ! Alissia our young doeling has been sacrificed to Macho the amorous and odorous buck with the intention of a baby Macho making its arrival in the early spring. Previously Macho had lived in the same pen, in relative harmony with Daisy Mae the calf and Lamb Chop. It would appear that the honeymoon suite is no longer big enough and poor inoffensive Lamb Chop became the victim of some significant bullying. It was decided that the homeless lamb would become Uncle Lamb Chop to little calf and he was duly introduced under the glare of the camera. Sadly, at least for the time being, the bullied became the bullier and having let Hol-ley know exactly who wears the horns in the pasture now, Lamb Chop set about cleaning up every scrap of alfalfa and calf manna he could find.
Greg and Quatre went back to work on the culvert and Ursula and I went back to work in the garden, I believe we are both winning our respective wars, hopefully the water wont come back as quickly as I know the weeds will !!!!
Well, it’s Saturday morning and almost time to get back to work, take care, keep safe and dry, M
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