29 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
A duck. Tice does not mind goats, Lucky just finds them a bit odd, but apparently a quacking duck is the weirdest thing in the history of things. The duck was being taken from the horse trailer, where he spends the night out of reach of things which like to eat ducks, and got away from me. Dad and I took up the duck chase and finally cornered him against the tall grass below the corral fence. Tice and Lucky stopped everything and approached so close together I think their shoulders were touching. If horses could talk, I suspect they would have been saying:
“What is THAT?”
“I don’t know. What’s that noise? It’s making noise.”
[Duck: SQUAWK FLAP I PROTEST THIS INDIGINTY]
“It’s WHITE. What sort of things are white?”
“Cats don’t flap. And they say meow, not quack.”
“Well, what is it then? It’s on the ground and it’s not on a leash, it must be a cat. What is it if it’s not a cat?”
“Why don’t you go find out?”
“You’re the fancy stakes placed one who’s seen everything, Mr. ‘Oh It’s Just a Goat, You’re Such a Sissy.'”
“You’re from Florida. They have weird animals in Florida. Is it a flamingo? You know how to deal with flamingos.”
“I never raced a Hialeah. I’m not that old. We’re the same age.”
“You’re the February foal. You’re older. You go.”
“I’m old enough to know better. If you’re so young and spry, you go.”
[DUCK: I DO NOT WANT TO BE CARRIED. THIS IS NOT FAIR. THE MALLARDS AREN’T CARRIED AROUND. (“The mallards are wild ducks. They don’t live here.”) I STRENUOUSLY OBJECT TO THIS MANHANDLING. IS THAT A NET?]
“THEY’RE BRINGING IT THIS WAY!”
“Maybe it’s an alligator. They don’t have alligators in California. Is that an alligator?”
“I’m not talking to you.”
10 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
03 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
Another year at the County Fair…and the ducks still need names.
Originally posted on Steampunk Sweethearts:
This year Steampunk Sweethearts is again a buyer at the Cass County Fair, and this time, it’s SteamDucks. (Who are going to fare much better than the roaster chickens and turkey. Those were picked up by the processor this morning and have a date with the freezer. I remind myself that Cornish X Rocks and Broad-breasted Whites have very short lifespans in any case while Pekins are more adaptable.)
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12 Jun 2014 2 Comments
Guess who had a walk around in a circle with a saddle on his back? Yep, Tice, that’s who. He appears to need a 48 girth, which is mostly what I wanted to know. He behaved quite well putting it on (a Crosby PDN with a foam riser and fleece pad), actually, and walking a quick circuit outside with just a chain lead and halter, but decided to try fussing in the cross ties. Backing up until we decided to stand seems to work, though. Lucky may get some exercise later–Mr. R’s son, who’s been helping clean the barn when I’m not here (Mr. R started doing it while Dad was in the hospital) has a half-day and might be able to come and try riding. For all the stuff he’s shoveled, he’s earned it. If they can’t come today, I may just tool around a bit. The ground’s still soft so nothing exciting. Any time the rain wants to give it up would be fine with me.
11 Jun 2014 Leave a comment
And I missed the memo. First nanny goat, who normally is more or less indifferent to me provided the food keeps coming, wanted me to stand scritching between her horns all night. Today after dinner at the barn last check instead of scarfing the new hay I put in, Tice wanted me to stand there and scratch his face and play with him and generally pay him attention. This resulted in only two attempts to bite which I don’t think were mean-spirited. Lucky, meanwhile, stuffed his face. He’ll regret it when, weather permitting, he has to work tomorrow.
Meanwhile, this is what Tucker looks like when Mom and Dad go out (when I go out, she doesn’t care.):
Back to reading “Seabiscuit.” I should be using my time more productively, but oh, well.
22 May 2014 Leave a comment
I think I have more hair on me than they have left on them. Also, Lucky got a haircut. He’s too embarrassed for pictures. But I cut about eight inches of matted mane off, and I mean all the way to the roots off. He’s going to thank me when it’s hot out. They both start SmartBugOff today, have a super killer new fly spray, and Dad’s putting out the fly predators and fly strips. The bugs will be defeated, but at this rate they’ll finish shedding just in time to grow in their winter coats