So, next on the agenda was selling Flirt.  I haven’t really bonded with the poor girl and she just seems to cause a lot of drama within the herd.  After a month of no serious responses, I tried again by posting her on CL.  Lordy, lordy!  Let’s just say that I decided she should stay right here with me because the good people of Georgia are too stupid to own her, much less any horse!  If I say she needs an experienced rider, then clearly she isn’t going to be kid safe and good for your 7 year old beginner.  And since when do TBs have HYPP?  And no, Impromptu (TB) is NOT related to Impressive!  And no, she won’t stay fat on just pasture year round.  Oy!

Then, reports on Muse came back that she’s “hot and spicy”.  She regularly cuts the pony she shares a pasture with.  Hmmm…  Friesian/TB with possible cow sense?  And she jumps.  She LOVES to jump.  But, after the report of “hot and spicy”, I had planned on selling her in Oregon where the prices are better, rather than transporting her here and basically giving her away and taking a loss on transportation costs.


After the BO where she’s boarded, my friend, my same friend who kept Casey until the shipper could pick up, has avoided contact with me for the last 2 1/2 weeks, after receiving payment for ads for Muse’s sale, and negotiating out a fee for her, I’m ticked off and bringing Muse home.  If you can’t be bothered to post an ad in 2 1/2 weeks, what the heck are you doing?  I’ve been patient.  I’ve sent money.  I’ve respected the fact she’s been busy with show season.  But, she’s only had one show in this time and it’s now 4 days after the show!

I’m really not a high maintenance boarder.  But, if you say you’re going to do something, I expect it to happen.  If I pay for you to do it and it doesn’t happen in a reasonable time frame, I’m gonna be a little hot, feel ignored, and take my business elsewhere.  In this case, she’ll just come home!  I can just as easily do her ground work as well as anybody else.

And while writing this, I got the, “Uh, my phone wasn’t working” excuse.  Really?  It doesn’t work?  The only time I’ve heard of this excuse to cover WEEKS of no contact was with the person I bought Muse from!  It sounds like a load of horse pooey!  It sounds more like, “I just don’t want to deal with you”.  Or, “I’m going to avoid you because I don’t want to tell you something”.  Of course, I should admit I’m still a wee bit grumpy in general.

My chickens have been disappearing.  It’s a fox.  It decided to wake up the house this morning, just about 30′ from my bedroom.  Of course the booger was in the woods and I couldn’t see it.  My pullet total has dropped in half.  I lost 2/3 of my meat birds and one duck.  And it’s been hitting them in broad daylight, out in the open.  I think we’re going to attempt for live trapping over the next couple weeks.  I understand it’s quite tricky, but I don’t want to lose more birds.

BP saw said fox kill a rabbit on the other side of the road this morning.  It would be dead had it been on our side.

This evening, Sloan brought home a baby bunny, carried by the scruff, and unharmed.  It’s currently in a box, in my bathtub (you know, the one I can’t use because there’s no cold water to it?  Yeah, that one!).  If it makes it through the night, I’ll release it in the morning away from the fox/chicken area.

Odd that my best hunter would bring home a baby bunny and cry to let me know he had it!

Lyra is settling in well.  She’s quickly grown larger than Bob and the Aussie boys.  We’ve been mostly teaching her about houses and people and how to be a real dog.  She’s starting to come around enough that she is seeking attention and scritches now.  She seeks play time and is slowly learning about toys.  Paper is still her favorite thing to steal and shred though.

Let me just give you the run down and highlights for the rest of it.

-Dude has summer school.  Contrary to promises, he did not get the help he still needs in Math yet again this year.  He was not able to meet the state standard in Math by just 19 points and will be retesting next month.  Until we get those results, there is no way of knowing if he’ll get grade promotion to 6th grade.  All his other test scores were stellar and in the top percentage.

-School ends tomorrow.  Summer school starts on Monday, Memorial Day.  I have no idea what to expect from the school, but we are already sorely burned out.

– Lost all my veggie starts to an unbelievably warm spring.  Some to sunburn, others to the heat.  So, we scrapped plans for the garden and will be putting in raised beds elsewhere.

– The garden will have some asparagus transplanted out of it that I discovered there.  Then, I’ll probably use it as a goat pen or turkey pen.

-We have an above ground pool.  It just needs to be put up.

-Two thin strays have shown up as of this morning.  I may have inherited 2 new barn cats.  I’m ok with that as long as they don’t hunt my chickens.

*Oh, and since I started writing this, I did hear from my friend with Muse.  The old “my phone isn’t giving me messages and just downloaded a ton” excuse is tiring.  However, she was perfectly pleasant and I got an update.  Muse is learning to pack a snaffle bit and will get the idea of having a saddle on her back, sans person as her knees are still not closed, before she gets on the trailer and heads east.  My friend was completely fine with the change in plan and I know she’ll be more than willing to help the process go smoothly.  I will give her the benefit of the doubt about the phone, but I do still think it’s time for Muse to come home.

That’s all the news that’s fit to print for now!


Busy, Busy

Here’s a glimpse of what we’ve been up to lately around the farm:

Moo's colorful shed out

My brother's visit- he drove 3000 miles to cut up some trees for us.

More of my brother's handy work. It's so much easier to see off the deck without that silly, overgrown arborvitae in the way! As you can see, it was also in an obnoxious place at the bottom of the stairs.

Peeps! Some for eating, some for laying.

More peeps! These are Black Jersey Giants. They remind me of pandas when they're little with their coloring, but will turn all black as grown ups. They are slower to mature and will be HUGE chickens, weighing on average as much as a small turkey. These are to be layers for now.

Birthday present for Bad Pants. 🙂

Some of BP's handy work (and a Roxanne) to protect new grill from a certain nutty Aussie (coughCOPPERcough). The gate matches the decorative fanning on the deck. The carabiner clip is to keep Rox and Bear from opening the gate. It's located safely away from anywhere Bear could get his jaw stuck on it.

Hay net frustration and suspicion. Mwhahahahahaha! It took them a good 30 minutes to get over it the first time, 15 the second, and were old pros the third time.

In fact, Sugar had to show the other horses how it was done. Here, she pauses from eating to pose for her photo op.

Rox has a new playmate!

Her very own, wiggly, mini-me! That's right! We adopted a new pup from a kill shelter on Saturday. Lyra (puppy) is a Mastiff/Lab x pup, 4 mo old, very shy and under-socialized, with feet larger than Roxanne's, but very quickly coming out of her shell. She's not up for holding still for photo ops now that she realizes we won't eat her.

Beyond this, we’ve just been working on getting stuff done around here.  You know, mowing our 2 acre lawn with a push mower because the riding mower that came with the house is really, actually broken.  Rolling hay rounds, fixing things, etc.

That’s all that’s new here.  How about with you?  What’ve you been up to?

In Need Of

Dear Friends from out West,

Please send a couple days of rain to Georgia.  We have not seen any for some weeks.  We would like it to arrive any time Monday through Thursday next week.  K, thanks!







Feb 4, 2012- day after pick up


Taken after being cleaned up a lot


Seven weeks later:

March 24, 2012- dirty but out playing


Starting to grow again and parasite free


Muse has come a long, long way in 7 weeks.  She is no longer wormy and thin.  She’s regained all the weight she desperately needed and has started to grow again.  The first two pictures were taken after a bath, groom, and clip session on Feb. 4, 2012, the morning after her “rescue”.  I still cannot believe I had to involve a lawyer to receive the horse I was under contract to pay for.

The last two pics are from today, March 24, 2012.  She’s dirty because she’s been out playing.  Much different than being dirty from neglect.

I’m happy to report that her biting issues are resolving.  She’s re-learning how to lead and learning to stand for grooming.

Muse will not be staying black.  It’s been reported that she is graying as she sheds her winter coat.  That’s alright!  She’ll look great even if she turns purple!

It’s also reported that she loves to cut the pony as though he is a cow at her current training facility.  I suppose we’ll have to go play with cows to give her a break from dressage training when she’s older.  🙂

Muse will be staying out West a while longer, we’ve decided, until she’s fully over her biting issues and her remedial education is caught up.  We look forward to moving her home by this fall.

Well, mine was…





Mine was just ducky!  Thanks for asking!


*Note: They are all named “Delicious”, so don’t get too attached.  Noisy and messy little buggers will be going to freezer camp in a few months after they help keep the garden slug-free.

Catching Up

It’s bee a while since I’ve been here.  Lots of happenings have kept me away.  Let’s see…  Illness, unpacking, more fencing, bad weather, more bad weather, great weather, gardening, colic, tornado, injury, new family member…  I think that’s about right.

I never did find my battery charger for my camera, so I bought a new one.  Bad Pants finally unpacked the card reader.  So, this is mostly a picture post catching up on things.

Roxanne's attempt to "unzip" herself, mostly healed.

Wearing Daddy's t-shirt to keep her stitches and my floor clean- this was earlier than the first pic, as she still had her drain tubes in.

New living room set we purchased right before Rox unzipped herself.

Dude's dye-free, completely from scratch gingerbread house.

another view

Pasture space upon move in, and garden.

Pasture space, run-in and ponies March 2012. Note the front paddock and run-in were all the builder provided for 4 horses.

One of the cleared piles ready to burn on move in.

Builder's version of "burned" burn piles.

Shingle damage to the cottage from the storms.

This guy showed up on Feb 29 while Sugar was colicking. We've had no luck locating his owners.

He's a redtick coonhound, which are apparently a dime a dozen here in the South. No microchip, no response to my ads, no lost reports with AC. It was suggested by the vet that he was probably dumped, as that's not uncommon in our area.

He's about 18 months old, really well-behaved, clearly has had some training, doesn't dig or jump fences, is good with other dogs, and mostly good with the cats. He's very friendly and housebroken too.

So, we're keeping him. He's adopted Dude as his person. We've named him "Bob" or "Bobby", depending on the day. Soon he will be scheduled for a neuter, microchip and vaccs. He'll never be a stray again!

Do you use Triple Crown feeds?  If so or have in the past, please tell me of your experiences.  Do/did your horse(s) consume more salt while on them?  Did it take more feed to keep their weight steady?  If you have switched off, to what feed and why?  If you don’t feed Triple Crown feeds, what is it you are currently feeding whom, how much, and do you like it?  Why or why not?

Thank you!


In reference to a horse abuse case showing on Judge Judy tomorrow, I read this following quote online today:

“If it had been my horse…I would have been all over that women like a monkey on a cupcake. She wouldn’t have been mentally or physically available to make it to court or any other appearance. lol.”

I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face!

Monkey on a cupcake…

Only in the South!


So, this year, we will be hosting the company Christmas get together for Bad Pants’ work group.  Now, this doesn’t mean the entire company, but rather those he works closely with here in Atlanta.  We have a large, lovely home designed for entertaining.  I love to cook and I think it would be a lot of fun!

I expect approximately 20 people, 10 guys and their wives.  And apparently wives are kinda optional.

I know this is way in advance, but I want time to try out lots of different recipes on family and any unsuspecting visitors.  🙂


My question is this:

What are some of your favorite appetizers and hors d’oeuvres?  Care to share the recipe?


Weekend Funny

It’s raining cats and dogs here.  I think I might have seen a few monkeys and other exotics as well.  At least we’re getting some much needed rain!  We had 3″ yesterday and they’re calling for 3″ more today.  Supposed to rain all day tomorrow too with tornado warnings on Sunday.  Yay for us!  Ok, that was heavy sarcasm.  I’m under tornado watch now, so I’d best make this short and sweet.  



Men’s Age, as determined by a trip to Home Depot

You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house -mowing the lawn, putting in a new fence, painting the living room or whatever. You are hot and sweaty, covered in dust, lawn clippings, dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit — shorts with the hole in the crotch, old T-shirt with a stain from who-knows-what and an old pair of tennis shoes.Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize you need to run to Home Depot to get something to help complete the job.

Depending on your age you might do the following:

In your 20’s:
Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. And you went to school with the pretty girl running the register.

In your 30’s:
Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with.

In your 40’s:
Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brut cologne is almost empty so you don’t want to waste any of it on a trip to Home Depot. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The hot young thing running the register is your daughter’s age and you feel weird thinking she is spicy.

In your 50’s:
Stop what you are doing. Put on a hat, wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don’t want to get dog doo-doo in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The Cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from Bubba’s Bait & Beer Bar and it says, ‘I Got Worms .’

In your 60’s:
Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog doo-doo off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50’s. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute, but you don’t have your glasses on so you are not sure.

In your 70’s:
Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Home Depot until the drug store has your prescriptions ready to. Don’t even notice the dog doo-doo on your shoes. The young thing at the register stares at you and you realize you’re hanging out the hole in your crotch.

In your 80’s:
Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you need to go to Home Depot. Go to Wal-Mart instead and wander around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and you think someone called out your name. You went to school with the old lady who greeted you at the front door.

In your 90’s & beyond:
What’s a home deep hoe? Something for my garden? Where am I? Who am I? Why am I reading this? Did I send it? Did you? Who farted?