We have had Shelties since we were first married. My first Christmas present was Omar, a male Shetland Sheepdog. We are baby sitting Rosie. She is a rescue dog, part Sheltie and she is going home next week-end……maybe, I might have to hide her somewhere!
My nieces, the Tincredibles…..I like to call them, because they are twins and incredible….came to visit last week.They made the day so much fun for everyone. Their adorable cousins came with them and could not have been any cuter.
First on the agenda was a trail ride! The girls picked out their saddles. They had a big choice, from saddle seat, hunt seat and various sized western saddles.
“Has Mini Mac ever had a saddle on?” Everyone wanted to know. I said not yet, but told them to stand back and prepare for a rodeo. I picked the smallest saddle that we have, but it still dwarfed him!
The little monster did not think that he could walk at first. He took a few hesitant steps and realized that it was not such a bad deal to join in the fun!
I was amazed. He must realize that the ponies that get most of the carrots are the ones who are wearing the saddles! He was as laid back as they come. He can get by with just being a pasture ornament, but he could not resist these precious girls! All five of them!
It was around 1:00 this afternoon and I told Tom that I would like to shoot some quick photos of our Longhorns, Jack and Joe for a painting that I started. “The lighting is not too great right now” he said. I told him that I had not seen them since early this morning, in fact I had not seen the three ponies that are in the pasture with them, either. Tom was gone for a while and came back with interesting news, not particularly good news…..”The gate to Tip’s property is open….they are gone!”We were still in our running clothes, but did not take the time to change. My first thought was that I might get some actual helpful shots for this painting……
My second thought was that I probably would not have time to paint today…..
The problem was that our little mish mash herdlet had joined a rowdy bunch of bovines and they outnumbered us by quite a bit.
If it was up to me, I would have just turned around, said good bye to our livestock and started a new painting of a bird or a kitten……
My cowboy, sans the rhinestones would have none of that!
Carrots and cattle cubes are excellent bribes….the problem is that we did not want to cause a stampede of over eager eaters.
I was tempted to play some good old country music on the radio in the truck for inspiration, but I needed to hear directions from Tom as I churned through the sand…..
“Close the gate!!!!!”
The ponies were very interested in seeing what treats I had in the truck.
Pony Boy and Sunny know the routine of getting rewards for bad behavior.
Well, we missed out on so much today while we were tracking down the wayward pasture ornaments….I was planning on ironing and mending some socks….but in spite of it all, they are so cute when they are bad!!!!
Why do people say that you have a hard outer shell? Shells are not always hard. A tortoise or turtle shell is made of the same substance as our fingernails and horses hooves. Nutrition plays a vital part in the health and strength. Too much protein is almost always the culprit. You can look at them and see the degree of health. One of our mini horses has trouble with his hooves….I have raised Mini Mac since he was a baby and never has he had a problem with his hooves until recently.
Fast Eddie our African Sulcata Tortoise is 25 years old….mas o menos… He already had a perfect shell when we got him. Of-course I will feel like I did something wrong if ever he got sick…..I read about all the nutrition and supplement advice , I light candles, I do a little dance and pray. If you talk to 15 different horse owners, you will get 20 different answers, but if you have an African Sulcata Tortoise, you can just read about care at the Sulcata Station and they have the answers……
Not all ranch work is done outside the casa….and there is no rest for the weary! Sky, our fearless Australian Shepherd has a new job. I think that she has been alerted to potential danger because she has heard my blood curdling screams…..sometimes in the middle of the night. I love all creatures (just ask my Mom)….but there are some creepy crawlies that give me the creeps! Last night, Sky looked at me and was staring at something under the table. I am surprised that she did not put her paws over her ears when she saw me looking at the scorpion that she had spotted. Thank you, Sky for being such a great watch dog!
The title of this post should be…..Things Can Always Be Worse, but Leicaman has used that one before. We are trying to find a home for two rowdy rambunctious Barbado male sheep. Two days ago, I was ready to find them a home in someone’s freezer with a side dish thrown in. They are so cute when they are first born. That does not last long. When they have the chance, they chase our poor goat, Bridgette until we come to her rescue. They are unmistakenly male and that becomes apparent at an early age. Fortunately a sheep can not mate with a goat, so we have been limited to the pair of rams who appear to be coyote proof.
About two years ago, a perfect pair of miniature goats showed up, male and female. Tom still does not believe me that they just appeared out of nowhere…..The dogs had fun herding them all over the yard and onto the bar be que pit where they thought they belonged. Bark, run, bark, run, bark, bark, bark. You get the picture…….
This morning in the early light, I saw a blur through the window of something chasing something. I would have gladly missed this common event, if not for the deafening barking of five dogs. It looked like Flaca, our perro callejero (stray dog) was herding one of the rams that are always finding a way out of their pasture. Sky soon joined Flaca in the game, but I could see both rams behind the fence……..Too small for a pony……their target was just what we don’t need!A Barbado ewe that appears to be just about breeding age. Let’s see….gestation period is about five months for lambs. No, Tom this is not April Fool’s….this is reality baby.
The barn is open for the Longhorns, all two of them, to go into the stalls, but this morning they decided to take a break chilling in their bed of hay that they made for themselves.Notice those eyes that are glued on me. They see me through the windows in the house, the minute that I wake up in the morning. If it is dark outside, I can’t see them, but I know they are there waiting for breakfast!
Our precious great nieces, Hannah and Emma spent the week-end with us. They said they were ready to learn to ride ALONE without someone leading them.We made plans for Sunday afternoon. We were going to saddle up two ponies, but my back went out on me,(UGH!) so I thought one would be good for the first time. They brushed Pony Boy and Tom saddled him up. We stayed in the fenced yard. They were so good about having to take turns.
Next time we will put on some boots and helmets, saddle up both ponies and head down to the pond. We had a cook-out Saturday night and just stayed on the lead line the whole time. These girls could not be any sweeter or unspoiled.
They made up the bed every morning without complaining and brought their dishes to the sink. We had great fun in the art room, too and I think they created about 20 masterpieces each! We have lots of great photos that I will add and can be seen on Leicaman’s blog Just Saying Not sure what is up with my back! I am a laptop sitting couch potato today. That’s all for now……
Keep in mind that I cautiously edit these posts about animals in case some little child or someone like me is liable to be traumatized about some of the naturally occurring incidents that happen on a farm. It would take a lifetime just to record the bizarre creatures that have just appeared out of nowhere. An Emu……two miniature goats, the donkey lady…..two chickens…..a chupacabra…….a Daldamnation. “Just tell me, I won’t be mad. Where did they com from?” Pleaded my patient and adorable Tom. I have no clue about some of them. I guess they recognize paradise when they see it!
Monday mornings are blue. Everybody is off to work and school. Luckily, I have a little company on my morning runs. Francie the horse, Sky the nut and Miss Piggy who says, “Hurry the hell up. I am starving!!!”