From the house it is not easy to see much of what is going on in the barn and Gregs response to my pleas for " blog moments" have been sketchy to say the least so I'm happy to say that from now on, the "almost daily diary" entries will be straight from the horses mouth, so to speak.
Little has been reported of Gertie the confused goose of late and I was curious as to what progress Gustav, the ever patient gander had made in winning the heart and nest of the goose who previously only had eyes for Quest the enormous Gentle Giant. It didn't take long to find out ! One shrill whistle from Greg and the two quietly grazing Shire horses lifted their heads and galloped over the rise, the earth shaking to the sound of their giant hooves.... and then there was Gertie. Gertie waddled her lumbering goosey way across the pasture, tail wagging and honking impatiently as Quest and Lady left her in the dust but she didn't resort to flight until the two horses were being led through the gate and clearly she feared being left too far behind to catch up. Once on the farm road Gertie waddled and honked, stopped, wagged her tail then waddled and honked some more before she took to the air and flew at horse height behind Greg and the two huge draught horses. As the three turned in to the Ranch, Gertie touched down in the dust stirred up by horses anxious for a warm dry stall and their evening grain ; she cocked her head to watch them disapear into the barn and then just stood alone in the middle of the road until the steady sound of beating hooves went silent ...and she waited. Back in the pasture Gustav the gander waited alone for Gertie the confused goose to return.
To date, Gertie hasn't started rebuilding the nest on the island which has been occupied by nesting Canadian Geese each year since we came here....we have to wonder if Gertie will ever accept Gustav as her mate or if her infatuation with handsome Quest, the Shire Horse will continue.
Well, the sun is shining, the horses are all out without rugs so Charm the palamino will morph into a mud ball, nirvana is only achieved when every inch, from the tip of his ears to the tip of his blonde tail is coated in mud. Danielle and Alissia the doelings are basking in the sun as are Molly Moo and Dolly the two Dexter cows whose calves are due in July and currently have the appearance of beached whales. Daisy May, last years calf has temporarily suspended her incessant bellowing for any bull within 50 miles and Macho the buck goat and Lamb Chop the wanna be ram lamb joust "just because it's Tuesday" in Barn Field. It's nice to see the back of Winter and it's even nicer to be part of whats happening down at the barn again. Take care, 'till tomorrow, M .