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In which we ride out with a bunch of Fish and Fiddle leads the Parade!

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"It is October, right?


The event:  the annual Prize Ride fundraiser for the Cherry Valley Riders.  





To the best of anybody's recollection, Fiddle's last experience at a poker ride was in 2011, prior to her spay operation.  Her behavior then was...not exactly stellar. 



Fee was over-protective of Hana in those days, and over-protective of "her" personal space bubble...and I spent a lot of time throwing her into the bushes so she wouldn't kick anybody.



My, how things have changed.




The sun was shining so brightly, it was more than a bit surreal.  All that blue sky...the woods starting to green back up after the dry summer...the trail footing a perfect mix of dirt and a little bit of moisture...it was hard to remember the date.




Usually we slog through mud at the fall prize rides, hunkered into our rain gear, trying to keep horses upright in the muck and trying to remember why we come to these events!



It wasn't very warm in the woods. 






The sun was pretty, but …

In which Fiddle is Zoomy McZoombutt...but just for a little while

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There are horses next door again, and Fiddle is thrilled.


Usually, she runs around the pasture once per week...or less.




 Usually, there's nobody to impress.  But now...




I wanted to go riding, and to hunt for mushrooms.  But first I had to catch my steed.




She was having fun.  





She wasn't running away from me.  She just wanted to run.  So she did.




There was no point in chasing her around. 



So I stood in one spot and used the camera.






An hour later, we were on the trail.




And zoombutt mare?  She hauled me out to mushroom hunting grounds, and then stood quietly, tied to a tree.



All done zooming...until tomorrow.


In which we get on with getting ready for winter in the Swampland

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We opted out of raising turkeys this year,  because our friend Mel does a much better job. 



As she did last year, Mel hosted a "Turkey Massacre" at her farm.  The goal:  turn eleven of these:




into a freezer full of these:


Mission accomplished.  





I'm a little braver than I was last year, when I carefully averted my eyes from most parts of the harvest process.  I still opted not to kill or gut, but at least I could watch and learn without getting squicked out at all.  For me, the change is enormous.


 We're all getting better at this process. 

The equipment has been tweaked, with table heights adjusted and more trading around of tasks to avoid fatigue.  Two people brought knife sharpeners.  Instead of packing the birds in trash bags, we used food-grade shrink wrap. Little changes make a big difference at the end of the day.



Turkeys weren't the only thing on the harvest agenda.  There were also


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