Showing posts from June, 2012

In which we leave for Ridecamp, and Hana wears a strange sci-fi disguise

We're leaving for camp, and Hana is back at home so she can go with us.
We told her that everybody in camp is going to be wearing costumes, so she's got her outfit ready:

I think she looks like Greedo.

The goats think she looks like the Borg.  They're eager to be assimilated.

Hana is sure that, no matter what she wears, she always looks like this:

Have a great week!

In which Becky tours the Swampland on horseback, and she says it's "pretty"

As long as I've known her, Becky has been whiningwhimperingsniveling saying that she desperately wants to go riding.

 So, today Fiddle and Hana and I took her riding!
 We drove the rig over to Fat Camp to retrieve Hana, and then headed out to the trailhead.  Hana isn't a beginner's horse, but she is an awesome mount for an experienced rider, so Becky had a good day.  
 The sky was that shade of blue that we reserve for tourists.
 Once our visitors are convinced that we live in the prettiest place on earth, 
 we call in the clouds and start selling them all sorts of complicated raingear.  

HINT: a person carrying an umbrella is a visitor.   True Swamplanders don't carry umbrellas. Most Swamplanders don't even own an umbrella.

Obviously, Becky still needs convincing, because the sky stayed blue all day.
 Becky will probably need to take a few handfuls of ibuprofen if she wants to climb up the stairs to her house tomorrow, because she told me that this was the longest distance …

In which a dear friend visits the farm, and we meet up for the first time

Becky emailed me yesterday:   "When I meet you, I am going to introduce myself, and then you are going to introduce yourself, so I don't slaughter the pronunciation of your name without hearing it first." 
What fun it is to meet dear friends for the first time!
 Becky's family came to Haiku Farm this evening to meet my family and play with all the animals.
 The chickens were a big hit.
 DragonMonkey took his task of gathering eggs very seriously
 and checked the laying boxes several times to see if more eggs had appeared.
 The goats were a huge hit with everyone
 The Bean needs 
a slightly larger mount.

After goat-wrangling, we gathered around the bonfire for hot dogs
 and, uh, piratical beverages.
 Parenting secret revealed here:  

A tired child i

In which Will has successfully navigated the public school system and we are proud

He did it!
 It certainly wasn't easy for Will to come to America from Korea at age 16, and improve his English language skills enough to graduate from an American high school...
 ...but he did it.  Not only that, he also graduated from Sno-Isle Technical in the dental assistant program!   The dental office where he interned wants to keep him on part-time, at least for a few months, hurrah!

We are very proud!  

(I think I've used up a year's quota of exclamation points for this post!)

In which plans are useful so there is something to scrunch and throw away

My plan yesterday was to take Fee out for some solo miles:  lots of single track, lots of tricky trail, just a long quiet ride on a rare sunny day.
When I got to the trailhead, Connie and Farah were there...  and they were waiting for Amanda and Cato.  
 We started out separately
 but early-on, Cato was NQR--maybe a muscle-pull from a slip in the mud last week?  Anyhow, Amanda opted to walk back to the trailhead
 and Connie and Farah joined up with me!
 We had a wonderful ride.  The trails are still slick in places, but Farah is still young and green and needed practice with that kind of thing, so that's what we did.  
 No rushing at all, just chattering and meandering along and taking pictures of the blue sky, the wildflowers, and this fellow:
I think this little spike-buck just got tossed out of the family home, and was feeling lonely 
because he certainly didn't mind being close to us!
 This was actually the second blacktail deer I'd seen in a day--the first came into the orchard…

In which the bob-tailed nag is still fine, and her injury is still strange

The Usual Suspects adjourned to Fish Creek Farm this afternoon after lunch.  The goal:  figure out what the heck Hana did to her tail.
The conclusion: 
"It looks like this part is dead, and will probably stay dead."
"Whereas, it looks like this part still alive, and likely to stay alive."

Closer examination of the alive  part:
warning: icky photo next.   Hit PAGE DOWNto avoid the image.

Slightly less icky photo of the dead part:

The alive part is still very cute.

Barn friends:

It's good to have 'em.

In which Hana shortens herself slightly, and she is fine (but not thin)

Nobody likes getting "those" phone calls, even when the caller reassures us that "she's fine."

Well, she is fine. 

However, when she was getting new shoes this morning, they noticed that her tail looked....funny.

In fact, the final 2 inches of Hana's tailbone had come OFF!

Yeah, I know:  WHAT?

Torn off?  Ripped off?  Bitten off? 

Nobody knows.  It's one of those Mysterious Horse Injuries. 

She's currently pastured with a gentle elderly gelding,

after moving (last week) out of the pasture with the Big Jerk. 

We didn't think that the Big Jerk had been eating Hana, but we don't have any other explanation:  there is no blood or tailhair on any fenceposts or grass in her current pasture. 

(slightly icky photo below, hit "page down" to skip it)

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** ** ** ** So, she really is fine.  It's not in a place on her body that gets held down in the mud, and they dunked it in disinfectant before I showed up.  I'll be checking on her every …