Old man winter

Jan
2014
23

posted by on Barn tales, Life with Circe, Life with Jezebel

That looks delicious

That looks delicious

It snowed again the other day. About 6 inches at home stuck and about 8 inches at the barn. It has been very cold out, highs in the low 20’s or teens and wind chill factors making it feel at times below zero. Which of course means that the ground’s covered in snow, under the snow the ground is frozen, i can’t ride, i cant have my trainer out to ride, I don’t want to get out of bed, i cant get motivated to do anything, my broken hand hurts like a motherfucker, i’m a bitch to be around and i miss California.. blah, blah, blah. Yanno the usual winter complaining bullshit. I read somewhere that this is the worst winter in this area in about 20 years. Last year i thought it was cold, yeah that was nothing compared. So i packed on all the clothes and went to the barn after skipping yesterday because i was paralyzed by old man winter.

nom nom nom

nom nom nom

The long driveway up to the barn was pretty much un-plowed when I arrived and the girls were all huddled around a round bale as i drove up or as i like to call it, the hay vending machine. I parked the car and went looking for a place to plug in my electric tea kettle. Its been so cold they’ve been turning off water to avoid burst pipes. Cant blame them but when its cold like this i like to give my girls a mash and for that… i need hot water. I found a place in the main barn feed room to plug in the kettle and went to go pull the ladies from the snow field. Both were begging to come inside. It was sunny but about 20 degrees out not counting the wind. I brought them both inside and made up their mash. They eagerly awaited it. Jez was more vocal about it pointing to the mash with her face and whinnying as if to say “look over there mom.. the mash is over there i can smell it. Hurry Hurry!”  While they waited for their mash to cool down enough to eat i gave them some stud muffins because, they looooove stud muffins. It distracted them from the mash for only a few minutes and then they bugged me until it was ready. When it was they both gobbled it down like it was the best thing they ever had eaten i their lives, ever. I love how such a little thing like a warm mash on a freezing cold day can make them both so happy. It was totally worth driving my bitchy ass down to the barn in the freezing bitter cold to do this for them. It made me just as happy as it made them i think.

Let me put it in my mouth!

Let me put it in my mouth!

Then it started to snow again. I’m so over this whole winter thing, I’m really ready for it to be spring.

 

The good one

Jan
2014
21

posted by on Barn tales, Life with Circe, OTTB

The Circe Effect

The Circe Effect

It was Circe’s turn to get clipped. I had done Jezebel the day before and was really happy with how successful it was. Circe is a pretty fuzzy and furry horse. The plan was to give her a little relief when it came to getting too heated up and to shorten the time frame it took to cool her down since she is in actual work (weather permitting) over this winter. Circe is supposed to be the easy one out of my two OTTB mares. Shes the one that wasn’t phased by moving to a new place, she walked right into the confined scary wash-stall for a bath and stood for it with no complaints straight away. Circe has been easy to handle from day one, she loves to be groomed and doted on on the cross ties and will stand in them for hours, and she will snuggle with you and give you head hugs. Shes an all around good girl, everyone comments about how calm and sweet she is. Clipping, i thought would be easy peasy. Yeah…Not.

Clearly shes out of patience

Clearly shes out of patience

Circe was alright at first, she stood and my friend Tina busted out the clippers and went to town on a very small modified trace clip. About 10 mins in to the 45 min ordeal Circe decided that she was over the whole clipping thing. She wasn’t terrible but was bouncing around enough to give her choppy lines on the clip. Awesome. Tina did a great job considering Circe wasn’t being “the good one” Jez actually stood much better then her red-headed sister. When we got to her horsey pits she flat out refused to let any clipping happen. The best was done and we took her out into the bright sunlight to see if there where any glaring terrible spots we could do a quick fix on. Thats when the new girl at are barn walked up. Shes got a huge 17+ hand WB, chestnut gelding. A prix saint george level dressage horse who’s rehabbing on our farm with bone chips. I’ve nicknamed him “Señor Loco” (more stories about him later)  She looks at our clip and says ” You’re not showing with that are you?”  Damn, dissed by the new girl with the fancy dressage horse! She wasn’t being snooty, or mean it was actually kinda funny. I tired again with Tina holding the sassy redhead to do a little work on the tufts on Circe’s ticklish horse pits and she threated to cow kick me! The little bitch! We ended there, it is what it is. Maybe next year i’ll get a professional clip done for fun to see the difference.

When i got home i related the whole Circe clip thing to my better half. I added in my surprise at how Jez was the better of the two at clipping. “Circe’s supposed to be the good one!” to which his answer was “She’s not the good one, shes the quiet one”  Truth!

posted by on Barn tales

My first barn.

My first barn.

I know how to barrel race… sorta. I was taught how when i was just barely a teenager. I can do a clover hitch pattern and i always knock my barrels down when entering a ring to just ride on the flat. Its a habit or rather a custom i was taught. I’m sure i suck and i haven’t attempted to run barrels since those teen-aged days. Though i bet it never leaves you, i suppose id still remember a little about it if i gave it a shot for fun today.

Bess and Mamma

Bess and Mamma

I was taught by my barn manager Bess Chaney a barrel racer with some notoriety in CA before I even owned a horse. When I was taking lessons and riding at my local barn in Pasadena California so long ago its hard to remember. It was in the days of no bike helmets, when kids were told to play in the neighborhood and be home by dark. Back when you only got a prize if you won not like today when people get pampered and told how special they were for showing up. Or as i like to call it the olden days. I used to work at my local barn for ride time. I would work all summer, like a dog. Saddle horses, grooming horses and doing anything i was told to do, to chalk up ride time and lesson time. My barn was owned by a cranky old bitch. The same cranky old bitch who taught me to ride. Hunt seat. Lessons that old bat taught me stick with me today. She was mean as shit and surely and cranky but she taught me how to really ride. She taught me proper position, she taught me how to jump. She taught me how to care for horses. She was also old and needed an actual barn manager. In came Bess Chaney. Bess was a barrel racer and thats a strange addition to a barn where we all rode hunt seat. Bess was awesome. She was fun, funny and knew so much about horses and she really made being at the barn a fun place to be. Gone were the days of constantly being yelled at for doing EVERYTHING wrong and in were the days of fun, hard work but fun. You wanted to work hard for Bess and I did. As a result she taught me things, she taught me how to barrel race and pole bend and when my horse went down because i turned her to sharp on a pole it was Bess who yelled at me “Get back on that damn horse and finish!” which is exactly what i did.

My lovely Mare Mercy

My lovely Mare Mercy

Bess also did the best thing she ever could for me, she sold me my first horse. Mercy. I was 13 or 14 and i would beg my mom for a horse. She’d always tell me no, buy your own horse i’ll buy you a car when your 16. Thinking i’m sure that i would never be able to accomplish it. So i got a job. At 14 i went to work everyday at the local Italian restaurant. I was the salad girl, i made salads. Id go after school and work until 11pm or midnight.  On the weekends i still worked at the barn. I saved my money. One day while making an anti-pasta i got a phone call at work. It was Bess. She had never called me at work before. “I’ve got a horse for you, meet me at the barn at 9am”  i was kinda in shock. I had recently asked the cranky old barn owner about buying a horse of hers that i leased a lot, a lesson horse named Kismet that i really loved riding. I was told no, she wouldn’t sell her to me. I was kinda devastated by it as only a teenager in love with a horse could be. I took the bus to the barn  the next morning bright and early. There she was, a 15.2 bay mare with a blaze. She was beautiful. Bess had bought her for board from some girls who were not taking good care of her. She said i could have her her for 500 bucks. She also added that if i didn’t buy her she was going to auction and likely to the killers. Who puts the hard sell on a 14 year old like that.. Umm Bess. She wanted me to have this horse. She knew it was the right horse for me. I bought her. I wrote Bess a check for the 500 (yep, i was 14 with a checking account) and then i told my mom i bought a horse. Yeah it was like that.

The horse had issues, lots of issues. She hadn’t been treated well in her last place, she had the hardest mouth out of any horse id ever ridden, she had no whoa and she was all go but she was mine and it didn’t take long before we were a bonded pair and my 500 buck horse started to shine. She knew things Mercy did and as i worked with her they started to come out. She would do flying lead changes, leg yields, shed jump anything i pointed her at, ANYTHING, she was traffic safe, bomb proof and loved water. She had heart and she had soul. She was my first horse and i will always love her. Bess knew she was a good horse and that i should have her. Bess changed my life.

Bess Chaney 1975

Bess Chaney 1975

When i made the decision to get a horse out here in MD so many years later, i tried to look up Bess. I wanted an OTTB and all the rescues wanted references. I didn’t have any having been out of horses for years and years and on the opposite coast. It didn’t take long before i found her. Or found out what happened to her. Bess had been in an accident. Not a horse related one but none the less she was not okay.  It was a freak accident, she had fallen and broken her neck. There was a web page and an email address. I wrote her a long letter telling her how she changed my life, how i would never forget her and that i would always be grateful to her for all she taught me. I never heard anything back. I like to think she got the letter. I don’t know. I think about her all the time and how she changed my life. How she made working at the barn fun, how she taught me all kinds of cool things, how she treated me like an adult, how because of her i had Mercy.

Bess touched a lot of lives, a ranked barrel racer (5th in 2013 according to the Google) was coached by Bess when she was starting out. Much like I was but i was coached in life not barrels thorough because it was Bess barrels were thrown in for good measure.

posted by on Off Farm

11245_1386950763Its that time of year again, Horse Expo time! If you didn’t think that Maryland had more horses per capita then any other state just trot on over to the Horse Expo and see them all at one place at one time. Whatever your disciple is you will find something you have to have at the expo… at a discount. I again found a trailer I wanted. Okay it was like 100,000 bucks and was basically a motor home with horse stalls you could drive around. My better half said he would just by me a plot of land and stick me there with my pones in the trailer and come visit me once a week. It was pretty much close to the size of my duplex in LA. I could easily live in something like that. A more realistic choice would be something i could actually use to haul my horses around in. Last year I had a Featherlite without a dressing room year that sparked my interest. This year I have two horses and the discussion was had that maybe i should just get a little bigger trailer with a dressing room… and a truck. I love my Benzo SUV and its the ML500 and rated to haul what i would need it too but with two horses? I think that a truck and trailer might be the better way to go and my SUV is getting up in years and has about 82,000 miles on it.   So now I’ll have to save for a truck and a trailer. Whats the adage? You know you’re an equestrian of you’re using a $2,000 truck to haul a $15,000 trailer.. heh. I better start hustling for more work!

As with last year the Burdette brothers were cool people who even though I told them straight up i wasn’t in the market right now, took the time to talk to me about their trailers and didnt brush me off because i wasn’t prepared to spend. When i do buy a trailer.. its gonna be from them. Two years in a row they were really responsive to me and my questions. The Eclipse people ignored me completely. Even though we were inspecting their trailers in and out because I really do like them, a lot. But the customer service sucked and its not like they were helping other people, they were sitting around in chairs looking bored.  Whatever dude…

Fur kid.. new collar

Fur kid.. new collar

The Expo has 2 riding rings with events and a couple different lecture areas and we watched a few jumping demos, part of a dressage demo, a prepping to jump demo, a position to enhance transitions demo (dunno if that was what it was supposed to be but thats what they were talking about) and the OTTB demo. Then i got tired of demos. I’m still getting my energy back after the flu so i tucker out easily. I shopped for stuff of course and came home with a Moxie jacket i had been coveting, at half price i might add! New awesome web reigns (half price) a black with pink piping AP pad for miss Jez. 2 personalized name embroidered pooch collars for the fur kids and Circe got her fancy two tone black and navy embroidered with her name halter and matching two tone cross hatched lead rope. Its awesome! Jez got her hot pink and black one last year this year it was Circe who needed to be spoiled with cool stuff. I could have easily spent more money.

My favorite part of the day.

Me: Theres lot of stuff here but really, i don’t need anything

My Better Half: And yet… here we are

Ha! He knows me so well.

posted by on Rant

9387914Losing something you love is painful, it can rip your heat out of your chest. I do not wish that kind of pain on anyone. Owning animals brings that pain because we out live them. Animals are heartbreaks in the making. They will break your heart. Thats why I do the best I can for them, I am their caretaker. My dogs, my horses, its my responsibility to care for them. When my almost 10 year old greyhound mix cam down with two torn ACL’s I borrowed money to get him to a specialist and if the non surgical option didn’t work, i was prepared to sell my car to pay for the 16-18K worth of surgery for him. I was lucky i didnt have to sell my car and my old guy runs around the yard like the wolf he thinks he is to this day but I was going to do it i had the ad written and everything. Who needs a car in LA anyways.

When my baby horse who was only with me a little over a year was injured with a right hind suspensory injury i did everything i could to get her better. It was hard, it was expensive, i’m still paying of the credit card. I didnt know she would come back to full work. With that kind of injury you dont know. It can go either way. There’s a high instance of re-occurrence. I was determined to do everything i could for her and if it didnt work? Well i would have a 1000 pound giant dog. Because i made a commitment to her and i was damn sure going to keep it. Regardless. This is called life. This is the implied contract. You do right by your animals. If you dont have the ability to emotionally stand by them or the means to take care of them. Then play with your friends animals when you visit. This is how i live my life, this i feel is the right thing to do.

I guess thats why when i read a horse blog today, one i try not to read and read the once star of the blog had been put down “To end his suffering” I lost my shit.  This horse’s health issue was shrouded in mystery. The blogger/owner never really gave a straight answer as to the problem with her horses lameness. She retired him and his issue wasn’t never fully explaned. Which is strange when you are a blogger who blogs about that horse. It sounded like laminitis and eventually in a comment post she admitted as much. She never really talked about how she was treating his laminitis. She did however buy a new horse and and promptly sidelined her interest in the old horse, the horse so many readers had come to love and were in a blog sense emotionally involved with. This is about when I stopped reading the blog. Or rather tried to stop. I will admit it began to piss me off. To see her blog about letting her laminitic horse eat pasture grass and then talk about how he wasn’t 100% sound. Yeah no shit. So i occasionally hate read it and would gnash my teeth and swear i was never going to read it again. But i like many people was emotionally involved with the ex star of her blog, so i would eventually take a look to see how the old guy was doing.

Then he was put down. A brief mention of laminitis and Cushings. Hello Cushings? Well thats totally treatable. I know several older horses who have that and are doing great with the right management. That management however takes some fucking effort and that it seems that is what was truly lacking here. The inclination to make the effort. So the horse wouldn’t suffer it was put down, it wasn’t treated, it was euthanized or if it was treated the blogger isnt talking. Well about anything but new bridles for her new bright shiny horse.  She didnt even write the post announcing to the horse blog world of his death. Someone else did that. I’m sure the “reason” is because she’s so upset at the loss and i bet she is upset, im sure she loved the horse in her own way. However love is not enough. You need to be responsible. You owe them every effort. Maybe if she wasnt going to make the effort to deal with founder and Cushings and take that long road to recovery and get the best medical advice and actually follow it. Then  the next best thing she could do was put the horse down. But be honest about it for craps sake.  I feel for that horse, he worked his ass off for her, he gave her a Internet platform and how did she repay him… well i’ll let you be the judge of that for yourself. Its pretty clear how i feel about it.

As a friend of mine said i hope she learns better with the next horse. I do, i truly do but i doubt it will happen because hers is a popular blog and she gets a lot of smoke blown up her ass and its really hard to be introspective and lean from life when you’re already superficial and the intweebs feed into that.  There i said it. Lots of people are thinking it but sometimes things just need to be spoken. I’m sure posting this is rash and i should take a beat but i’m just too mad.

“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. ”

Clippity

Jan
2014
17

posted by on Life with Jezebel, OTTB

Gettin' clipped!

Gettin’ clipped!

Jezebel gets fuzzy. Shes got no issues growing that winter coat. Since she back in full work and with her trainer 2 days a week she really gets a work out. The other days i ride, i take it a little easier on her. Basically i’m taking it a little easier on me but the result is the same. So Jez has been getting sweaty and cooling her out takes longer. Usually I  have to toss a cooler on her, wait for her to dry, blanket her in whatever weight the weather dictates and then I get to leave the barn for the day. Wait, that’s after i do that two number two lovely Circe as well. So I’ve been wanting to clip her. Of course I’ve never clipped a horse before, enter Tina! Tina is a vet tech and has mucho experience with the clippers. So I enlisted her help to do a simple partial trace clip on Jez. I had introduced Jez to the clippers the other day in preparation. I let them run with the clippers on blade side running all over her to see of she was cool with it, then i trimmed her whiskers. She was mostly good but really hates the clippers on her bridle path. So i prepped Tina with a “umm i have no idea if she’ll be good or not” and away we went.

Okay my fears of Jez freaking out… unfounded. She was great. I mean really great. She stood for it, didn’t fidget and didn’t complain. She actually seemed to sorta like it. Score on for Jezebel! My clippers are a 50 buck pair of Wahls not the best but not the worst so it took about 45 mins and Jez was sporting her new hair cut. Its a modified trace clip so nothing to drastic. I then took her out to the ring for a ride. I wanted to put the new clip though its paces but alas it was hard for me to catch my breath after riding for 20 minutes. I guess im not 100% yet, i tred out pretty easily. I elected to not ride Circe cuz i just didn’t have the energy. I will tomorrow though… right after her trace clip. Yup, shes up next!

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I got this from Lauren from She Moved to Texas. I loved the idea and I really love seeing everyones barns and horse living spaces! So here’s mine…

Number One: A view of the barn.

Pulling into the driveway

Pulling into the driveway

We actually have two barns the main barn and the upper barn. The main barn has 10 stalls, the wash stall, a tack room, feed room and a barn apartment.  She upper barn is L shaped and has 13 stalls, a tack room and a feed room. There’s another apartment attached to the upper barn. Both my horses are boarded in the upper barn. They live next to each other (which i love) and all the stalls have multiple fans in the summer and there’s a automatic fly spray system for the really hot months.

The manor house past the fields

The manor house past the fields

 

Main barn left- Upper barn on top! (and the vet truck)

Main barn left- Upper barn on top! (and the vet truck)

Backside of the main barn

Backside of the main barn

Number Two: Your horses living space

The mud field err.. mare field

The mud field err.. mare field

We have generous turn out. The schedule changes with the weather. They are inside daytime summer and outside daytime winter. There are several paddocks. Both my girls go out in the ” large mare field” 3 horses live out 24/7 in that field and the others for a total of 9 are out half the day. Its a big field that they share with two beef cattle. Susy and Jenny. Who will never been dinner. The cows have their own run in as do the horses. The run ins also have fans and a feed room attached. The large gelding filed across the way is also similarly equipt. There are several other pastures, with anywhere from 2 to 5 horses some mixed herds some not to account for politics and not really getting along both horses and people.

Jez, wearing her hay bag in her stall.

Jez, wearing her hay bag in her stall.

Circe, hanging in her stall

Circe, hanging in her stall

Number Three: A view of your tack room

The upper

The upper

My tack room is cool. Its got two rows of large  dark wooden stained lockers. The lockers are good sized and i have an upper and a lower ( two horses!) the upper is my better organized locker, I also keep my Marcel Toulouse saddle in my actual locker. Lots of people don’t as we have a wall of saddle racks so some people elect to store theirs on the wall. Great idea of you have two and can’t store your saddle in your actual locker but id rather keep mine inside as I’ve seen the barn cats making themselves at home on the saddles.  Even a good cover wont save a saddle from a cat making biscuits on a saddle. My lower box needs work. Right now i have all my pads and cooler and quarter sheets in there in a big jumbled mess which makes my A type brain crazy. I just cant find the right storage solution for it yet. It might be to wait until i can get a second upper and let the lower go. I also have a big tack truck (hello Stanley!)  stored at the barn for my over flow.  Theres also a couple of sheds, a feed shed and a tool shed. The feed shed has a fridge thats really for meds but Rolando the farm manager lets me put my sodas in there over the summer so i buy enough for him to be fully soda upped as well. Cuz thats how I roll.

Number Four: A view of where you ride

Sand ring

Sand ring

Right now I ride in the ring and only do the small back woods trail. Our ring is small and is sand footing thats kinda deep so when its moist its actually better footing then when its totally dry. Moist not sloppy that is. Theres a long bridle path, that goes along our property line and out the neighbors to the back woods and to places beyond ( but you have to cross a street and i haven’t gotten there yet) There are also jumps set up in the lower half of the large gelding filed that you could use as a jump filed in better weather and access to the neighbors indoor,  for a small fee and a phone call ahead.

Snow ring

Snow ring

Bridle-path

Bridle-path

The ring on a foggy morning

The ring on a foggy morning

Number Five: Your favorite feature of your facility

I actually have a couple, one is how calm and beautiful everything is at this place. No annoying tractor zooming up and down the isles. The place is just calm.  I like to go and just sit and hang out sometimes especially when the weather is good. My horse is calm too, shes likes it so much better at this place. Its low stress for horses. There is plenty of hay, i never have to worry my girl will go hungry and when the pump was out they trucked in water and never skipped a beat most of the boarders didn’t even know there was a pump issue it was handled seamlessly.

Good farm owners are worth their weight in gold

Good farm owners are worth their weight in gold

Another feature I really like that is unique to my place is the farm owner. She really cares about the horses. Each and every one she personally watches out for. She doesn’t just provide care, she provides love. Shes a lovely women who i have gotten to know over the last 6 months and have become very fond of. Shes got her quirks just like the rest of us horse freaks but to me those quirks just makes her so much more fun to be around. I really enjoy talking to her about horses and life. She’s made me feel very welcome and nothing beats getting a text message from your farm owner when you are laid up sick letting you know she found a pink heavy weight blanket for your horse to use in the sudden polar vortex so that she will be able to be dressed warmly in her own colors! Now thats going out of your way for someone.

sabs jump1

Jump Sabs jump!

And of course my friend Tina who I’ve been having a blast hanging out with and riding with. She makes me laugh and shes brave as shit. Shes got the kind of attitude i really mesh with when it comes to riding. What ever happens she just rolls with it and its always fun. If she sells her horse (she’s thinking about it)  I’m going to miss her most of all scarecrow.

Let me see your barn… share the following 5 photos!

  1. A View of the Barn
  2. Your Horse’s Living Space
  3. The Tack Room
  4. View of Where You Ride
  5. Your Favorite Feature of Your Facility

Lazy Days

Jan
2014
14

posted by on Life with Jezebel, OTTB

Besos1

Oh Hai

My first day back at the barn and my first day out of the house in a week. It was a warm 55 degrees, It almost felt like spring. I headed on down to the barn to see the girls, happy to be out of the house, finally! Still congested but not contagious. The girls were in their mud field just hanging out. I slogged though inches deep mud to get Jez who was laying down on a round bail. “Hello Besos”  I said as I walked up to her, she didn’t move just squinted at me and gave me lovey face. I love when she lets me approach when shes laying down, it shows real trust. I slipped her halter on her and stood there with a “whenever you’re ready gesture” she didn’t move. Ok then. I just waited finally some action but it was in the wrong direction she decided to lay all the way down, head on the ground she closed her eyes, her lip started to twitch and she began to snore. It was just about the most hilarious thing id ever seen. Yup i’m one of the herd alright, Besos was proving it while giving me snore face. I reached down and put a treat in front of her nose hoping to wake her up, she gobbled it in her sleep. Thats my girl! Right about this this time the hay truck was making the drive up the long driveway past my field and slowed watching me with a horse on a lead rope what was laying down in the middle of a round bale. I could tell they were concerned, i just waved at them shrugged my shoulders and they moved on. I must have been a sight. Besos then woke up but she didn’t get up, she decided to roll first. All the way over both directions, kicking her legs in the air me holding the lead rope. I was literately laughing out loud. I gave her another treat when the rolling stopped and she stood up. I was out there maybe 25 minutes. We then walked up to the barn. The hay guys were unloading and joking with me about my lazy racehorse. She was still half asleep walking up to the barn. Funny, funny Besos. Of course I had left my iPhone in the car so no pictures. Derp.

It warms my heart and I was so touched that she trusts me like that. There were days in that first 6 months after i got her, when she wasn’t bonded to me, when i thought that id have 30 years of a horse that didn’t trust me, or like me, or respect me. Days where i felt defeated and overwhelmed. I have to admit to got teary eyed thinking about how far we’ve come, Besos and I and how hard it was to get to just this point and especially how worth it was and is to have this wonderful, charming, loving, funny, beautiful thoroughbred mare in my life.

posted by on Barn tales, Life with Circe, Life with Jezebel

Damn It Jim, I have the flu

Damn It Jim, I have the flu

I did get sick, even though i willed myself not to, yeah that didn’t work. I think its the plague or maybe the bird flu. I’ve been home in bed unable to see the girls for days and really unable to do much of anything but lay in  bed in a stupor and read Facebook on my phone. Good times. I feel lucky though that i have a great farm owner and friends down at the barn to keep their eye balls on my girls. At least i don’t have to worry about them while I suffer from Ebola, or rabies or whatever debilitating bug i’m suffering from is.

I was laying in bed, under the covers, unable to talk (sore throat, cough) walk (dizzy) or do much of anything (fever an chills) when my friend Tina totally cheered me up with pictures of my girls via text.

Napz

Napz

 

Snoozing

Snoozing

 

Lazy Ponies

Lazy Ponies

Umm yeah their fine, no need to worry about them, lazy little pones! My farrier comes today and I’m blessed that I trust her, shes great and does amazing work and I don’t have to be there to hold my horses cuz they can be cross tied for their trim. I’m supposed to have two training sessions with my trainer Sat and Sun. Though I’m a little better today, enough to break out the laptop I’m sure as hell not better, not by a long shot. Sat is calling for rain so if weather gets in the way I’m hoping to be better enough by Sun to go down and get the girls ready for their trainer. I’m crossing my fingers, drinking my OJ and making sopa de pollo, Huichol indian style. Recipe courtesy of my Huichol indian step dad. I swear that shit works and having a Huichol in the family is like having a jew in the family when it comes to chicken soup. My god getting Consumption sucks.

posted by on Barn tales, Life with Circe, Life with Jezebel

I'm wearing ALL the clothes

I’m wearing ALL the clothes

When I got up it was zero degrees out. ZERO. Zero’s not even funny, as a friend of mine says. One is funny but zero? Zero is nothing. With the wind-chill factor according to my weather app it felt like -17 yep, thats with a negative in front of it. My god. Around noon i got my ass going and went to the barn. It had warmed up to 6 by then with a wind chill of -5  improvement of sorts. I was bundled up as warm as i was going to get.

Smartpak base layer pants, fleece lined breeches, Smartpak base layer top, t-shirt, red mid-weight Dickies hoodie, black sherpa lined Dickies hoodie, sock liners, smart wool socks, paddock boots, Marmont gloves, and a hat. I was set for the cold weather, as set as id ever be. I still needed to be able to move. When i got to the barn my ponies were inside munching hay, i had asked to keep them in today because the wind chill factor was predicted to a possible -20 or even lower. My goal today was to make them drink water, Jez is a good little drinker but in weather like this you want them drinking, a colic impaction is not something i ever want to deal with. It was going to be a wet sloppy warm mash. I scooped out my mash mix into feed tubs and then went to our heated bathroom for hot water.. um yeah no water. Apparently the waters off in there and has been for a while. Fuck. My plan was being thrown for a loop. I found a working  outside facet connected to the well, i just needed to make the water hot.. then i remembered, the microwave! I had a small rubber feed tub that would just fit in the small microwave so i filled it with water and pushed the button and nuked it. It totally worked, i had to do it several times but at least it was bigger then a coffee mug, that would have taken me forever.

Mashes for ponies!

Mashes for ponies!

I mixed the mashes very sloppy with lots of water and then just fed it to the girls in their stalls. Jez was so excited she did that whole lift up her hoof while shes eating thing she does when food is delicious and because it sooooooo good! Circe was slurping away as well. I hung out to watch them eat and make sure the ate it all. While i waited my gloves froze. I had gotten them just a touch damp mixing the mash. And they just flipping froze. I was freezing my ass off and i started to notice my throat was getting scratchy. No! I will not get sick, i will not get sick i will not get sick! I texted my barn owner that there were feed tubs in my stalls (in case she was looking for them) and drove my freezing ass home. i know some people have it a lot worse then i do but i sure hope this cold snap ends quickly. Cuz im never going to get used to a freaking negative degree wind chill factor… ever.

Packages!

Packages!

As I was parking my car i noticed it, a giant package on my front steps. It had to be and it was earlier then i thought, .. my jump blocks! UPS must have really had a fire under them, i didn’t expect them until the end of the week. I dragged the big package into the house and made my self some soup and crawled into bed cuz the throat thing isn’t getting any better. As soon as the ground thaws i’ll get my rails (i’m gonna be  using landscape timbers) and then jump school can begin for Miss Jez. Circe can do ground poles for now (still gotta fix the head tossing thing but Jez, Jez is going to learn to jump!