Talking of bulky bodies ( we were weren’t we?) Goliath, the minky coloured calf, our first rescue is growing like a weed and bounces around his stall like a rubber ball on pneumatic springs. Amazingly, Sampson and his little twin sister ( we haven’t confirmed a name for her yet, following the theme, Delilah seems appropriate but I can’t see myself calling Delilah back in to the barn !) seem to have evolved overnight from 2 emaciated little waifs into little pint sized barrels of energy. It is amazing what difference a little (lot) of TLC and a few gallons of warm milk makes.
The ladies of the reserve team have either grown muscles where they didn’t know they had them or they have woken up long sleeping muscles either way, they hurt. Today was the day that all the different varieties of poop that has been dutifully cleaned up daily from varying species and cooked very nicely under a tarp until it has morphed from poop to rich black garden manure. Sadly, one big pile of nasty smelly stuff doesn’t walk itself into nice little garden rows and between the tractor and wheelbarrows, the reserve team pushed their aching bodies until each young blueberry bush was in an island of fertilizer. My guess is….they never want to see another blueberry bush !
Horses are hard work but one of the benefits of horse ownership is horse riding. We don’t have too much time to ride but yesterday Song had her first experience on horseback. Gentle Giant Lady, always patient with first timers walked Song around the pasture. Lady isn’t a little horse..and Song isn’t a big girl but her huge smile was precious. Ginger has ridden before but, by all accounts it was not one of her most favourite experiences…a gaited horse with an untrained butt on board isn’t recommended ! God granted neither Ginger or Song with legs long enough to safely anchor them onboard but I think if the smileometer counts, it was a success! Lady is quite the ambassador for the horse world.
Something tells me that it didn’t work out for Gertie the goose and Charm, the golden palomino. Gertie appears to have taken up residence all alone in the pasture formerly occupied by her best friend, Quest. She shares the pond with a beautiful Buffle head drake but apparently his vibrant feathers are no substitute for her missing equine friend and indifferent is possibly the description I would use to describe her interaction ( or not !!) with the new inhabitant of her pond.
Well, time I signed off. The sun is shining, the wind chimes are chiming and the trees are rustling in a gentle breeze. Is this really February ?
Take care, keep safe, M