White, but with SUN!

  You can see the difference between this morning (earlier post) and this afternoon – the storm has let up and blown away. I suspect we’ll be cleaning it up for days to come though.  No one allowed on the roads but emergency vehicles and plows…  Looks like we ended up with 36 inches in flat areas and four foot snowdrifts where the wind kicked in.   

 Has a chicken coop ever looked more beautiful, I ask you?


The boyz got the bulldozer from the back shed and managed to remove
enough so we can get around and feed the critters, etc… 

K and I gave Opie and Max some OUT time
(this is boarder Max, not K’s horse Max, who I’m sure is stuck inside for the day)



yours truly…. pass the Advil.

Coady can smell horse cookies miles away…
I feel sorry for my guys, who will be out in this all day… now that they’ve
gotten us cleared out enough, they’ve headed off to other jobs and family too…
All I can do is keep the fire going and have plenty of food on hand.
The fire chief may or may not have stopped by today after a certain someone
caused a little grease to burn after cooking cheeseburgers, tripping the alarm.
That certain someone DID give the correct password when the alarm company called.
However, a certain OTHER someone changed the password
recently and so the alarm company didn’t believe I was who I said I was and sent
the Chief our way despite my protests.  *sigh*
I did offer him a cheeseburger.
It is what it is.

Practice

 I’ve got to hand it to my daughter …. she is one dedicated horsewoman.  I love my horses, I do.  And I get out there and do what I have to for their well being – feed, clean, clothe, etc.  But when it comes to these cold winter days, my horse gets a big fat vacation from anything that resembles work… because I don’t ride in this kind of weather, nope, not doing it.

 I took these pictures around 8:30 this morning and it was gawd -awful  cold.   Max and K have been practicing for  the approaching show season and some of these classes are new to K… showmanship, horsemanship, trail.    While 17 year old Max knows most of the ropes, K is still learning.  Sometimes Max takes advantage of the newby and says… ” what? huh?… you want me to do… what?  I can’t HEEEEEEAR yoooooou….la la la la la la ….)    Horses are not as stupid as some people might have you believe.  K has learned how to answer that little “duh”  gimick and now Max might try it now and then, but he quickly realizes it doesn’t work and gets right down to business.

Fearless leader Heidi
There were others in the lesson, but I didn’t want to invade their privacy.
Still handsome after all these years…
We went shopping last weekend with Christmas money
for a show outfit for K.
Great time of year to do it – buy one get one free, 30 percent off, etc. etc.
The boots are now zip-up-the-back-of-the-calf.
BIG change from years ago.. when we had to hop up and down,
swear worse than truckers (no offense, truckers..i happen to like to swear)
and pour baby powder down the boot to get the dang things on.

The Show Boat

Many moons ago..
when my daughter was very young..
we began a journey that would consist of fits and starts.
I’ve had a horse since way before I could afford one,
but showing was never a goal for me. 
Trail riding is my bag, with some ring work for fitness sake.
We started with lessons at a quarter horse barn with the idea of
a safe learning experience for my young child.
and here is where the idea of showing was introduced.
We bought a quarter horse. And then another.
Still my favorite breed, they tend to be solid and dependable.
Below on the right is K with our mare at the time, Sadie.
We tried this route for about two years..
my infant son on my hip or in a stroller,
hauling our horse to lessons and shows because we
really couldn’t afford to keep her at a training barn,
which brings you much more success in the show arena, truth be told.
Then I noticed we weren’t having fun anymore.
K was tired of the serious lesson atmosphere
and the buying and selling of horses that  turned out to be
“not the right fit” for her.
We got attached, you see.. and the selling was heartbreaking and frustrating.
Plus, we didn’t have the big bucks that buy you the quality horse
you need to do well against the competition.  
Sadie, up above?  She ” wasn’t fancy enough”.. and I wish I never
listened to the trainer and sold her. She was a good girl,
I should have atleast kept her for myself.
She did go to an awesome home, I find solice in that.
At this time I had bought a young horse for myself, sent her for training,
as is the proper way to break a horse when you’re not experienced
in green horses and their schooling…
and she died in a training accident. I still cry over that loss.
That was the straw that broke it.
We left the world of QH show,
and came home to recover what was truly in our hearts.
Years passed, I continued to ride my Quarter Horse, 
K rode hers. Life happened, but not in the show ring.
Two years ago, after a long recovery from an un-horse-related accident…
my daughter decided she wanted to ride again.
She started with lessons at a local QH barn with a family oriented QH group 
we knew from Back In The Day. 
You’ve all read about Beemer and K’s success this year..
we were so fortunate that his owner made him available to K for
the Open show season (Not QH circuit). 
It’s been a great year. 
For those who are unfamiliar with the higher end horse show circuits,
know this.  It’s ridiculously expensive, and there are politics.
There’s much travel if you’re a serious contendor,
and you really can’t do it from your backyard. 
You need an agent.
(i.e. qualified trainer)
Enter Max… we weren’t really looking to get into the QH circuit again…
but with the acquisition of our senior gelding, Max…who even at 17 years of age
 is still capable of the beginning levels of QH show,  
we’re traveling down that road again.
This time it’s all K’s decision. She wants to try it, so I’m trying to
make it affordable.  Because of his age,
we bought Max for a bargain basement price, and boy
were we lucky.  He’s not caviar, but he’s certainly lobster fresh from Maine, 
and that’s just our style anyway.  
The average show Quarter horse cost anywhere from $20,000
to $200,000., depending on how crazy you want to get and how big your wallet is.
You can pay $8,000.00 for a show saddle if you want the very best.
This one is for sale for that very amount. and It’s used.
Our Trainer found another used version for a fraction of the price.
Max wearing his new “bling” …..
It’s not just the horses “clothes” that are expensive.
There’s the matter of the riders attire as well.
Last year I bought a few $60. blouses out of catalogs for the open show circuit
and they were suitable.  Heck, one blouse I bought on a sale rack for $19.
This year… we have to kick it up a notch. OK, a freak’n staircase.
You can spend anywhere from $1,000. to $5,000.
on a custom showmanship or western pleasure jacket
if you’re crazy enough and your wallet is big enough.
(not that there is anything wrong with that!)
This one below is for sale for approximately $3,500.
but we’re not going there.
We’re looking at a few used jackets for much less.
Thankfully there are opportunities to buy used show clothing.
So.. here we go again,
only this time I’m not driving the train,
I’m just a cheerleader on the sidelines.
I realize how lucky we are to be able to do this..
 We’re doing it on a budget and with reasonable equipment,
reasonable expectations. And our expectations are..
to have fun, to enjoy the experience,
 to take good care of the horse doing the work,
and walk away with a sense of accomplishment and pride,
 regardless of the color or quantity of the ribbons.
Max will live at the big barn for now, safety of the indoor and instructors
 being the main reason..
and he’ll retire here at This Old House.
For us.. that’s what it’s all about.
  

This and that

Whether you like the President or not,
I think he did a good job of saying what needed to be said last night.
His horrified grief has been evident in the wake of this tragedy
 and he’s been a comfort to those families, if there is such a thing.
 I hope he gets the cooperation he needs to make some changes here.
I have never doubted his strong desire to help those in need.
Whether you agree with his politics or not,
I think he’s proven that again and again.
We spent a quiet weekend at home.. work around the farm on Saturday,
cooking, eating and napping on a rainy Sunday – 
Time spent as a family, no hectic schedule, my favorite kind of day. 
All too soon, the chicks will have flown the coop
and you all have heard my -woe is me- drivel already about the
whole Empty Nest thing.
I’ll take what I can get 🙂
I’m happy to report my daughter and her horse Max are the perfect fit…
He takes great care of her and she spoils him daily.
Folks at the barn say he’s never looked better..
“how do you get him so shiney? Is he on supplements?”
..and she says.. yes, OCD!
(she’s not kidding… just saying)
On Saturday morning – a cooooold New England morning –
she and my niece, visiting from Florida, took a lesson together.
When I arrived at the barn at 8:30 am to take a few pictures,
the frost covered the fields
and the horses breath hung in the air.

I knew my niece with her Florida blood
would feel like a popsicle stick by the time she was done riding.
She was a trooper.
I also made my friend Tim’s mother’s Sand Tart
christmas cookie recipe.
I’m telling ya, there’s no better cookie.
The secret ingredient that I didn’t find in any other sand tart recipe…
is the icing.
Thank you, Tim. I’m dropping off a sample to your house
and you can tell me how I did.

It’s a brand new day, all.  A gift, each and every day.
Make it a good one.

Homestead happenings

  SO, Mr.Type A has been bothered by the fences we put up when we first moved to the farm.  The horse fencing was electric tape, which worked just fine, but the deer repeatedly knocked it down when attempting to jump over or through it.  The Dog run fence was, well it was just plain ugly.  Since it was the main entrance everyone used to get in and out of the house, it drove the husband nutz. Things don’t stay around for long if they’re aggravating him…..  (it’s a wonder I’m still here.)

Lacey and Coady out in the lower field…
time to come in, so I clap my hands and pretend I’m going to chase them.
Coady knows I mean business and won’t quit till he’s where he’s supposed to be,
back in their grassless paddock.
Minis get very fat very easily, and these two are chubby as it is.
Grass time is only an hour or so every few days.

Lacey waits till Coady is in the paddock and clearly not coming back out…
and then she panics, running as fast as she can to get to him.
She has Separation Anxiety.
Reunited after that agonizing three minute separation,
they get a drink of water in their stall
and then come back out….
…and stare wistfully at the big boys,
who are allowed longer periods of grass time
in the new upper grazing field.
Today was Opie and Max’s first day out in this new pasture..
we needed to make another for rotation purposes…
they’ve been eating down the one pasture we had fenced in.
The back side of a subdivision that abuts one side of our farm can be seen here…

Keeping the boys blankets clean has been a chore this year..
the ground has not frozen and so there is quite a bit of mud.  And rolling.  
Ma, how many more times are you gonna stitch up this blanket
before you call it a day and buy me a new one?
Now let’s talk chickens.
I have not gotten more than one egg every other day or so for about two months now.
My husband was all in a lather, saying…your chickens are defective!
You spoiled them and now they don’t lay eggs!
The new ones you brought home were really old ones, not young ones…
and they don’t lay anymore!
After 24 years he hasn’t quite gotten it through his head that I always have been
and always will be the animal authority in this house.
He’s the Home Builder, I’m the Dog, horse and chicken whisperer,
as it was and ever shall be.
I told him they were all freaked out by the
new flock addition and it threw them right into a molt.
They looked like featherless hell for about four weeks,
until the new feathers began to fill in.
While chickens are molting, they don’t lay eggs.
The NEW chickens weren’t laying eggs, because they were just five months old.
They needed time to mature.
Plus, the shortening of daylight hours slows down egg production.
He wasn’t having any of it.
This mindless chicken banter went on for weeks and weeks…
until….
Lo and behold….
… all re-feathered and flock frackas finished…

They’ve begun laying again, old..and new.
…and that’s all I’m gonna say about that.

23

Our “Cookie” is 23 years old today!

MAX… is her birthday present!

Kristen – you’ve worked for so long and with such determination
to overcome obstacles – We’re so proud of you.
Cowgirl UP!

May you and Max ride many happy trails together for years to come –

 With much love, Mom & Dad xo

Pink Ponies

  My daughter competed in the final Color Breed show of the season here in Connecticut, and it was her last show aboard Beemer because she’ll be moving on with Max… a bittersweet day.  They had a wonderful time, five firsts, a second and a fifth. Not bad for a couple of rookies.  The shows theme was PINK, for Breast Cancer awareness month.  Participants were asked to don their best PINK…. and so.. they certainly did.

Could they BE any more adorable? ….

Nanny  was the keeper of the ribbons today…

The End.

Good morning!

..and it is a glorious one here in New England.
I plan to enjoy it to the fullest…
a walk with one of the dogs in the State forest
to kick start my fitness project (that would be myself)
and later some pumpkin muffin baking with
The light was so beautiful as the mist burned off this morning
that once horses and chickens were fed I ran inside to grab my camera
  to capture some of the awesome glow.

The horses are still munching on crab apples off the old apple tree in their pasture…
and I take the extras out daily, fighting off the bees…
as we don’t want them to have too many.

New chicks and old are getting along fine…
Notice my year-olds look like a hot mess, being smack in the middle of their first “molt”.

This is Dorothy, currently outside the coop as punishment
this morning for mercilessly picking on the newbies.
I’d had enough of that crap and threw her featherless butt out for the morning.
She’s not quite sure what happened… I’m hoping it stirs up the pecking order some.

This look means:
Mom.. I ripped my new sheet already..and it’s been over a week.
Please get me a new one, my nails keep getting caught in the rip.
Love you lots though, really, BEN.

Have a great weekend, all – we’ve made a pact here at This Old House.  
WE… aren’t going to talk politics.
Ever again.
ever.

Life Lessons

Without going into detail,
because it’s not my story to tell…
Sometimes horrible things happen in a life
that we have no control over. ..
things you didn’t see coming at all.
Many of us know all too well that a life can go sideways in 60 seconds or less.
If you ever find yourself in a situation where
things look bleaker than bleak,
I will give you the  words that you should conjure…
 this is what an ICU nurse once said to me..
No matter what you are facing… there is always HOPE.
You just have to BELIEVE.
 Sounds too simple, doesn’t it?
At the time I clung to every  single word coming out of her mouth,
because it was my lifeline.  I let her know that later.
But besides all that… she was absolutely right.
It’s hard to see when you’re in the dark hole of
despair and frightened beyond the beyond. 
Believe it though, because it’s true.  
Things are going well with these two…..
he’s the seasoned school teacher
and she’s the eager student.

LIFE… is good.