I’ve been very busy the past few days, primarily with the horses (yes, horses plural). Remember the black Arabian gelding I’ve been so infatuated with? I finally convinced Wally to go over with me to take him out and do some ground
We brought Split into the poultry pasture to work the three Indian Runner ducks: And Buster: Poor Buster runs in fear from Split. I don’t blame him.
As you can see, Dream is now in a lovely home. Thanks Melissa!
I didn’t get many and what I got wasn’t very good, but it’s a start. Split moving Water Buffalo cow and young a dairy goat and her kids. What I did discover while I was out in the field was that Split
Okay Melissa, you’ve got me going. Melissa is my newest (really feeling like one of my oldest) friends. She took home Dream and two goat kids. Angel’s baby came back, but she’s kept Addie’s baby and as you can see, he’s in
I am not a patient person, never have been and probably never will be. Last night I got very irritated when Gel didn’t bring the goats out in a time frame that I thought was appropriate. I told him to grip, which
Finally I’m starting to see some progress in Split. It’s taken a long, long time and she’s still a long way away from being a reliable working dog (i.e. one that is working with her head vs. adrenaline), but she’s getting there.
I haven’t written a whole lot lately about horses and riding; primarily because I haven’t been riding. The weather has been too damned crappy. It seemed as though on the few good days that did occur something came up that prevented me
I only have a few minutes to write this morning. As soon as it gets light enough to see without a headlamp, I’m going to go out to milk. Milking Angel has been difficult, to say the least. I thought she was