rkunsaw
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- Clarksville, Arkansas,USA
Just the mere mention of goats makes me want to rip my hair out, tear my clothes off and go running up the road:thumbsup:
Goats,goats,goats
Goats,goats,goats
They're probably already plotting how to get of that Little Chicken. The sky could be falling on Chicken Little, if the cats have any say in the matter - lolJust the mere mention of goats makes me want to rip my hair out, tear my clothes off and go running up the road...being chased by men in white coats. It's a been there, done that story and I still have flashbacks of my hubby trying to restrain me from going in the house to get the Colt .45..and I don't mean malt liquor!Ok, what's the Goat Story - lol lol I was once head-butted to the point I would have been rendered unable to have children, if I hadn't already been "fixed" lol lol lol My friend bought what she thought was a baby Nubian, so she rocked in the rocker in the house, all the time. One day she realized he wasn't a Nubian and put him outside permanently. His big self was not happy about that, plus he was jealous of anyone that talked to Jackie, longer than 30 seconds. I was really glad he was de-horned. And he stunk to the Heavens since, like all good male goats, he peed on his beard constantly.
TWH....Whew, yer makin' me tired and sweaty just reading about your mowing, how often do you do it? Quite an expensive proposition with the fuel costs, lucky you have Ol' Bess.Nearly every day, until I get everything cut because, I can't stay on the tractor longer than 4 hours. That really tisses me off; I used to be able to start as soon as the dew was off the grass and go until I either needed to re-fuel or it was dark.
The grass is so tall and thick, I stay in second gear and that translates to about an acre every 45 - 50 minutes. As far as what needs the bushhog taken to it, there's probably 17 acres and none of this property is flat, there's rock ledges here and there, so that all slows me downMr. TWHRider goes a lot faster and it looks like it
Then I have to go back thru with the belly mower, trim the fences and get the little "cul-de-sac' areas that the big tractor can't turn around in. I don't use reverse on Old Bess because she has a two-stage clutch that operates the PTO, revers is a big PITA far as I'm concerned.
With having land the work is never done...when we moved here, silly, silly me thought it would be easy to take care of..after all, out of 10 acres, only about 3 are actually clear and we are sitting out on the wilderness surrounded by woods.LOL, I hear you on that. It doesn't take long for the reclaiming effort to take hold does it? It seems like ya look out the window and nothings growing, you forget for a week and suddenly the flora and fauna are looking in the window - lol lol You have to look at it from the perspective of all the great exercise you're getting, that the treadmill doesn't offer
Little did I imagine that the flora and fauna in the woods have one mission, and that is to reclaim every square inch of cleared land...making it a full time job keeping it at bay!
Yesterday we started dividing the chicken coop aka cat house into two spaces, one side for BBB and the other for the cats. Today we have to put the chicken wire divider up and BuckBuckBuck will officially have a home. Yesterday he kept his eye on the remodeling and clucked his approval. I don't think the cats are going to be as happy...
dang.. all that work for one little chicken![]()
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Duke is not shedding like he should, so I'm going to have to body clip him todayWhile he does not have the typical coat, nor is it splotchy, I am really afraid he's in early Cushings stage
He is completely shed out back to his withers. He doesn't have much of a coat left from there back but, it's not letting go - not good not good not good
He has spent the last two days in the open end stall because it's been too hot for him to go outside.
I've doubled his Chastetree but it isn't helping like it has in the past. I have suspected for quite awhile he might be low-grade cushings but kept hoping I was wrong because he does not have the classic symptoms
Annnd I've got to rasp Joker's front hooves today. The Brothers trimmed last Friday (they come every four weeks), so it's time for me to take some heel off and pull his toes back from the top some more. His heels have become underrun from the founder and his front quarters want to flare, so I have to stay on top of things, in-between formal trimming visits. That way The Brothers can make progress with the reshaping.
I should be as skinny as a broom handle, shouldn't I? Not the case - not the case at all and this time of year, I barely eat because food does not sound good at the end of the day. Once I eat my breakfast bagle with peanut butter and a chicken or tuna sandwich for lunch, I'm pretty much done for the day <sigh>
Otherwise, useless radio guy said it'll be a nice weekend upcoming which is great as I'm takin' extra days off for the remembrance of my birth...
mountain lion stuck in downtown santa cruz
the big cat is napping in an aqueduct and police are considering driving a cop car up branciforte creek to push it back up to the mountains.
Otherwise, useless radio guy said it'll be a nice weekend upcoming which is great as I'm takin' extra days off for the remembrance of my birth...
TWHRider, sorry to hear about Duke, you're a smart lady to treat your horses with natural herbs, too bad the chasteberry isn't helping as usual.I admire you for all the loving care you give your horses, I know it's a lot of work for you every day. Sorry your appetite is dwindling, hope you stay healthy with your limited diet, don't want you to get sickly. :girl_hug:
I endured that remembrance last week. The sound of my age (66) sounds uglier with each passing year. I've decided, from here on out, I am going to be "46" and let everyone say "Blessss herrrr harrrrrt, she looks awful; what's she going to look like when she hits her 60's?" :turnaround:
Too nice outside to be spending time as a blob on the couch.
Went for a ride down an old gravel road with coon #5 this morning. I'm starting a new colony a few miles up the road in an old cemetery. They're all getting together for a reunion and to reminisce about the great cat food they used to steal at that place down on the creek.
I think I've figured out why there's suddenly such a bunch of them. The guy up the road just cleared off 80 acres for pasture, and I think they're all running for cover down the hill. This all started happening about the same time.
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. . . not so cute anymore.