Sending it up into the Universe – Why ever not

     I’m what some have referred to as a high-rev person.  Even my heart rate is higher than the average Joe, always has been – jeez, I hope I’m not wearing the old ticker out.  I’ve got a lot of energy, some of it -nervous- energy.  That’s not  the most awesome thing,  and because anxiety has seeped into my being at a few difficult points in my life, I’ve searched  for ways to alleviate it over the years.
     One of the benefits of being a fifty year old… and there are indeed benefits, ( who woulda thunk it!?)… is I am willing and able to slow down and appreciate all the little things in life so much more than I ever did when I was younger.    I actually sat down on the porch yesterday at around 2 pm and read a chapter out of the book I’m reading –  All the Light We Cannot See –    (Wow, great read.  Gives you a little unusual perspective on a time in history we are too young to have known.)   I hardly ever take that kind of time, and you know.. why ever not?

    Today I stepped out into a glorious early summer morning with the sun shining, dew on the grass, and gentle breezes from up over the hill that carried the slight scent of ocean.  We’re about five miles from it but we’re way up high, and occasionally the sea air makes it to us. The awareness of it always makes me stop, turn toward the water and breathe it in.

   

      The chickens love their morning treats – today it was left over hard boiled eggs (I know that sounds cannibalistic)..and sunflower seeds.  Then, because the manchild is out there mowing the lawn, I let them out for some free ranging . While he’s making noise on the mower, predators won’t feel comfortable attacking.

 
    Our bunnies, Harley and Cloud, love to get out too.

    After the chickens and rabbits are fed, watered and  pens cleaned up, I head up to the barn to feed, water, turn out and muck stalls.  Glamorous, it ain’t.. but there’s truly no place on earth I’d rather be.  I’ve had the office job, the factory job, the zoo job, another office job.  I’ve known the 8-4:30 deal in a windowless office.  I did it well while I had to… but I can’t express enough how grateful I am that I was able to get away from it and raise my kids myself, till soil and shovel sh*t and pluck eggs from nesting boxes and sweep isles and pull weeds etc. etc. etc.

   On the crappiest weather days I do have to remind myself that I really shouldn’t be complaining.  Well worth the slight discomfort or rain and cold and heat.

     This morning I stopped to watch the boys head up to their favorite grazing field, admiring the shine on their glossy coats from all that pasture grass.  They are lucky lucky horses, and I am a lucky girl to be able to provide this life for them. 

Sometimes, lately, my “barn” clothes consist of something like today’s ensemble…
an upcycled twirly skirt and my red  paisley floral sloggers. 
Why ever not. 

So glad I’ve learned to slow down enough to see and appreciate it all.
Especially the little things.
It’s also refreshing to not take one’s self too seriously, you know?  
I’m sending this up into the Universe….
THANK YOU to the powers that be…
for this life that I have and cherish. 

Tied up.

 Yesterday on FB there was an article posted by a horse publication about the art of tying a horse up to a patience pole.  It’s a very common practice in the western world. I’ve seen it many times.  Horses are tied to a “patience pole” or a stall door or inside their stall or tied to the ceiling of an indoor… for hours at a time.  Some were just ridden for an hour or two, already tired,  and then they are tied… to teach them patience.  Sometimes they’re out in sweltering sun, sometimes their tack is left on.  Sometimes they’re tied so short they can’t move their head six inches. I’m not talking about tying them safely so they don’t get tangled, I’m talking tying them in a way so that they can’t truly rest their head at normal level and they become exhausted.   Very prominent trainers in the horse world use this method, there’s no doubt.   They swear by it and claim there is no cruelty.  Article below by one of the most respected.  I know he believes what he’s saying, as do many many of his fans.  I don’t think he’s a cruel individual.

 I wrote on that post yesterday that I have witnessed the practice many times, and I do feel it is inhumane to leave a horse tied in this way for hours on end and I don’t believe for one minute the horse is standing there contemplating what he was just taught while being ridden.  We’re smarter than the horse and if I tethered you to a pole for three hours after putting you to hard work, I don’t think you’d be contemplating what you had just learned.    HOURS, as in very long periods of time.  That was the jist of my comment. 

  What followed was backlash from fans of the method who called me stupid, naive, smartmouthed, dumb,just plain lucky that I didn’t have to use that method on my horses yet achieved the result of a quiet well behaved horse.  I was asked if I know horses at all, so I explained my background and that I’m not hailing myself as a trainer or calling trainers evil.. I just don’t think some of the methods used are humane.   No matter what I said… the name calling continued… without any conversation at all about why they like this training method.  

 Simple truth  – It wears the horse out. That’s the purpose. They are TIRED by the time they’ve been taken off the pole. Would’nt you be? Mentally and physically.   Now, they’re not beating the horse while it’s on the pole.  Fair enough.  I still find the practice cruel. 

My point here isn’t so much to talk to you about tying horses to poles for long periods of time.  It’s more about the sad state of how we talk to each other when we disagree.    




original article below…  by a very well known trainer who has much success in the show pen.  It’s true, the method obtains the end result they are looking for.   His horses do their job.  Doesn’t make it right in my book.  

—————————Tying a horse up for long periods of time accomplishes many important things in your training. I have a little saying, “End each training session by tying your horse up to the ‘Tree or Post of Knowledge.’” Clinton Anderson Training TipsWhen you tie your horse up after a training session, it teaches him not only respect and patience, but it also gives him a chance to think about and absorb what you have just taught him. 


The very last thing you want to do after a training session is get off your horse, take him back to the barn, unsaddle him, hose him off and put him in his stall to eat. This puts his focus more on getting back to the barn and eating than on thinking about his job. If you get into the habit of tying your horse up for two to three hours after you ride him, he won’t be in such a hurry to get back to the barn. 


Some people will read that and think that I’m being cruel to the horse. But I have to ask, “What’s the difference between a horse standing still in a stall or a horse standing still on a Patience Pole? The difference to me is that if he’s standing tied to a pole, he could be thinking about you and what you’ve just taught him, but I guarantee that in the stall he’s not thinking about you at all.



** my answer to that – the difference between a horse standing in his stall and being tied to a “patience pole” is he can move around freely, drink water, nibble hay, lie down if he’s tired from the workout you just gave him… in short.. RELAX.  He can’t do that on the pole.  I don’t care that he’s not thinking of me once I’ve gotten off of him.  He needs the break after what he’s just been put through in the training.   

 Notice in the picture he can’t put his head down, not where it would normal be if he was untied.  The argument will be that it’s for his safety, tying him high. YES… if you’re tying a horse, you have to be sure he can’t step on the rope or chain or get tangled in it.  That’s not the issue.  Why tie him for hours at all. 

The ONLY answer.. is to wear him out. Mentally, physically, so they’re more pliable in the training. 


 That’s my take on the practice.  I am not a horse trainer. I have been working with horses for most of my life, caring for them here at home and in the show pen as well.  I think that qualifies me to form my own educated opinion on what I believe to be inhumane practices.   

What would be awesome is if we could all talk to each other without name calling harassment if we disagree.   Last night after much back and forth and really nasty sarcastic wise ass comments by a few commenters, I pulled the whole conversation because I don’t think the intention of the Horse publication was to spark that kind of commentary.  




Spring Rain and too-smart horses

   After a particularly cold and snowy and dragged out winter, we’ve had a weird spring.  Right now, the grass is parched.  This morning, however, there is a light misty rain and I am so grateful. My gardens need the reprieve.

  This morning when I went out to feed the animals, I discovered Opie had let himself and Max out overnight.  I close my horses in at night so I know they aren’t getting into trouble out in the fields in the dark.  It’s not totally necessary, but it gives me peace of mind.  Any little bit of that I can get, I take.  In the warmer months I leave the top door of their stalls open so they have good ventilation.  Opie.. has discovered how to undo the latches with his mouth.  Last night he opened his own door, then sprung Max out of his stall as well, and the two had a grand old time grazing all night in the light rain.   This is how I was greeted this morning when I came out to feed –

   On mornings like this, when it’s peaceful out in the fields and the animals are happy to see you –  (oh it’s the FOOD, I know)  –  you don’t mind the work so much, you remember why you did all this in the first place.  It’s a beautiful thing.

Sometimes the Success is not about the ribbons

   This weekend marks the first of the 2015 Connecticut Quarter Horse show circuit series. The four day Spring Classic has felt like anything but -spring-… temps in the 30’s at night, 40-50’s during the day. Indeed, we had SNOW for a while on Thursday. Are ya kidding me??….

   Anyway… 
    This weekend, as it turns out, also marks Team KMax’s retirement.  K and Max had to move up this year, to a division that brings a higher level of competition.  We knew from the get-go that we were probably going to find ourselves out of our league, but K wanted to give it her best shot regardless.  In this division, the horses are very specifically bred, bought and trained to perform at a certain industry standard.  Max is Old School quarter horse, and not what today’s standards require.  He’s not as refined as they like to see in the show pen at the higher levels, and we don’t keep him in  constant training at 20 years old to try to get him as close to it as possible.  So, there is compromise. After a few days of riding and mulling it over at the show, K came to a difficult but clear decision.  
“I think we’re done here, mom.  It’s clear we aren’t cut out for this level of competition and I think it’s time to bring Max home and let him retire. I’m really OK with that. I feel like it’s the right thing to do. “
   Where is the success in this story?  There was no attitude, no aggravation at any point, no sulky behavior or sadness or anger when she came out of class without placing.  There WAS a sense of accomplishment for having actually ridden in that level of competition and a peace of mind that comes with discovering the right path and feeling good about it at this point in the journey. 
   Today I am very proud of my girl.. and happy for Max.  After 20 years of the show horse life, he will come home to This Old House and live out his retirement years in comfort and without a heavy workload.  It’s a beautiful thing.

Season Finale

 Our last horse show of the season came and went this weekend. Team KMax did very well and has won two awards in their division for the year.  Decisions for next year need to be made. Max will be 19 next Spring and our plan is to retire him to the farm, where he can relax and live the life of a “home” horse instead of the more rigorous role of a “show” horse. That’s all he’s known and he’s good at it, but I always feel they deserve a comfortable retirement after serving so many for so many years.  He’s had atleast five show owners and some of his life as been on the road.

  The question K debates is… should they do another year before Max retires, moving up to the next division?  The next level of competition takes more skill and while Max is awesome, he’s not as awesome (fancy, athletic) as many of those who will be riding in their classes. He’s very fit for his age and it’s important to keep them going to a certain extent, just like us.   So, would it be satisfying to ride just for their own personal goals but not place well, or would it be more frustrating after all?   We always say we’re all about the relationship between horse and rider, but honesty dictates that not placing well can be discouraging regardless. 

 We have time to figure it out.  Right now I am thankful for another successful, safe year for these two.

Team KMax getting their hair done….

 
 
Warm up in the ring before Classes start…

 
 
 
K with boyfriend D after a great ride in Western Pleasure
and a first place win.

 
It’s all good – 

Sometimes Sucking Up is Wise

… like  when it’s Hay Day here at the farm.  Nothing more pleasant than unloading scratchy 70 lb. hay bales – 200 of them-  into a hot hayloft on a beautiful summer day.  My guys look forward to it every year! The excitement builds as the day comes closer and spirits just soar at the prospect! 

NOT.

Allergies soar at the prospect, and I do a happy dance because my loft will be full with good quality second cut hay that will last me an entire year.  That’s about the extent of the excitement.

 So, because I know my guy is going to cough up the money for this deal and the labor as well, I figure I better make it worth his while.  There are two ways to do this…  let’s talk about the secret to entering a mans heart is through his stomach.  Yeah.. THAT ONE.
 

 
 
 
One word –  Lasagna.

 
 
 

Come see how they grow

 This is a busy time of year for anyone tending a farm, whether it’s a hobby farm or something on a much larger scale. There is always work to be done.. watering, weeding, tilling, fence mending, fertilizing…and then of course the harvesting.  My morning chores include all the animal tending, mucking, feeding, etc.. then over to the gardens to water.

We currently need rain, but everything is looking full and happy.

 
 
 

Let’s head over to the chicken coop.. currently overcrowded with the new chick population, now incorporated with the old.  It’s smart not to overcrowd your coop with too many chickens.. and I kinda fell in love with a few more chicks at the feed store than I had planned on. Then.. ALL of them lived, which doesn’t usually happen… and so, I have a few more than a real chicken knowledgable person would tell you is appropriate for this coop.  But.. I do let them free roam during the day, and so that will help the overcrowding.  I hope.

As I walk over to the coop, the older girls know I’m about to let them out and they are waiting impatiently for me to get there.  If I could give you a sound bite, you would hear them clucking.

Once they are let out of the coop yard, they usually head right over to the side of the house and rummage through my seaside real estate garden for bugs and worms. 

The youngsters aren’t old enough yet to free roam, and so they get the coop yard to themselves for a bit, something they like very much, because they are at the bottom of the pecking order right now as they are the new kids on the block.

Can you believe that just a few months ago they were fuzzy little chicks?

This is Bellatrix.. the little brown chick who sat on my son’s shoulder. She is a blue egg laying Auracana (Sp?) … and what an unusual feather color pattern she has!

This is Luna, a comet – very docile and curious hen.

 Up at the barn, Coady and Lacey sure wish they had more pasture time, but minis are hard to keep at a healthy body weight… they get fat on little more than air! and have to settle for the hay that is a little less rich than the green pasture grass just on the other side of the fence. 

 It seems unfair that the big boys get to spend their days coming and going…. and coming and going… and coming and going… from the barn to pasture as they please.   The constant in and out is because the flies drive them crazy after just so long and they come running back in for respite every hour or so.

  There is a lot of work involved in tending a farm, but it’s a good life and I feel so very blessed to be able to do this -for a living-.    For years my days were spent more often than not in an office punching numbers and letters into a computer. One of those offices had no exterior windows.  On the really cold or hot days when I’m outside working I remind myself of that windowless office and I thank the powers that be, once again, for letting me live this life with these animals and nature. 

For me.. that’s a beautiful thing.

snapshots of a beautiful weekend

 
 It was a glorious weekend weatherwise,
and we took full advantage.
I hope you had much of the same and were able to get
out and enjoy it.
 
 
Saturday – Kayaking at Griswold Point at the mouth of the CT river –
 
I love driftwood…
wouldn’t this be an awesome piece in the backyard?
 
 

 
It’s kind of  cool when the young adult children actually
enjoy spending some quality time with the ‘rents.
 

Except when mom gets annoying with the camera…. apparently.  

 
We beached it on Griswold point, a nature preserve and private estate
where the owners are kind enough to let kayakers rest for a bit –
and did some shell seeking before heading back to the launch. 
 
 
..and there was a fun poolside gathering of family as well.
 

Opie and I got in some quality riding out in the
newly mowed hay fields yesterday…

 


..and M&M gave Ben a  bath.

 
 
M & M also made these adorable vases…
My son, … the crafter?…   Ah, young love.
 

 
 
 It’s a new week, all.  Let’s make it a good one –
after I go to the dentist this morning to have a cavity under a crown filled.
*sigh*  Pass the Xanax.
 
 
 
 
 


The one about LOVE on so many levels

   An update – The story of the couple I posted yesterday is heartbreaking and also inspiring, in that so many people are rallying to their side to help them navigate the difficult months ahead.  The volunteer fire company folks are building ramps at the house and already, in just two days time, $50,000. has been raised to help with the huge medical bills they will encounter.  I hope to give you an update that includes a picture of Amanda holding her baby in her arms.

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   My  funny  Frasier has been enjoying our walks, which are most often along a body of water.  He loves wading around and sitting or laying in it to cool off, often with soot or silt stuck to his curly fur as we head back home.  I’ve learned to keep towels in the car.

 
 
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My sister and brother-in-law with my niece, 
who just graduated from HS and is off to college in the fall
 –  Congratulations, S! 
 

 
Hard to believe our youngest children are all grown up!
 
*sigh*
 
Wasn’t this just yesterday?

 
 
 
 
We’re working on a four day horse show this weekend.
K had to work today so Max has a day off at the showgrounds.
We went for an all black look yesterday…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 It’s true that all that glitters, sparkles and spangles, dangles and dances in the light is the “IN” thing in the show pen… but if you ask me, this simple look with a $28. Banana Republic blouse is just as cool and it seems to be coming back in style at the smaller shows.  We’ll help it along 🙂
 
KMax had a great first day at the show with wins in Western Pleasure and Horsemanship. Tomorrow we do it again.

 
You know…It’s not the wins or losses,  and we are familiar with both.  These two and their camaraderie  are the thing that gets me teary. The old horse that taught the injured girl to work hard toward her new goals, to trust and to be kind and to be patient, to believe in herself again.    It’s a beautiful thing, this.  Better than any number of blue ribbons.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Misty Morning on the Farm

 I am thankful every single day for the animals and farm that grace my life.  This morning I walked around with camera in hand and gratitude in my heart.   

… even for the  mouse family I discovered in a large bucket in the tack room, since relocated.



 
 
Opie looking for a peppermint treat

 
 
Lacey and Coady with morning hay

The Egg Plant
 
 
 
 
One of my originals and my favorite chicken, Rose.
She is the friendliest and lays light blue eggs –

 
The hens love to free roam and I allow it often.
Great bug control.
 


 
 
Andie is calling for her hen friend, Henrietta,  who is still in the nesting box
laying an egg… 
 
 
With Raven, apparently.
 
 
 
 
 
These are a few of the youngsters, not yet grown enough
to join the other hens.

 
Now that breakfast grain is finished, Opie and Max have gone out to pasture. 

 
 
At 27 years of age, Max is still in great shape.
Max is not a big fan of grain and hay… often not finishing his meals in winter.
He always fills out so much nicer in summer, when the pasture is rich.
 


Down at the house, the perennial gardens are in their forth year and are filling out nicely.
 
 

 
The vegetable gardens are planted and beginning to thrive.
It’s been a slow start. Weird weather, etc. 

Zinnia and Tomatoes in this bed.
 

 
Lettuce, onions, shallots, garlic, parsley and basil in the other.


 
 
My potted “Stuff” is very happy….
mostly begonias, which are so easy to keep happy.

 
 

 
 
The knockout roses suffered a blow from green worms…
thanks to Connie at Hartwood Roses I got info on how to treat it and they are gone.
But, the foliage is tattered.


 
Have a good weekend, all –  we’ve got another adoption event coming up.
More on that in the next post.  If you’re local and looking for a new family
member, have we got the dog for you!