Showing posts from January, 2018

In which re-homing roosters is a challenge, and our artist is weird

"Shut up," I said rather grumpily to a rooster this morning, 
"you're drowning out Nina Totenberg."

I value Nina's opinion on just about everything over anything that any rooster wants to say.
Monica takes chicken-keeping seriously: they have not only food and water, but they also have plenty of time to explore interesting stuff and find interesting food and have interesting adventures (see previous blog post about bad nesting choices).  
I have no issues with hens, who earn their keep by providing food as well as visual entertainment.
Roosters are another matter.  Later in the morning, while Monica and I were working together in the barn, Henri the rooster's loud cockadoodling almost drowned out a fabulous NPR interview with RuPaul.  
I was annoyed (again).  But Monica was inspired.

Henri lives in the barn right now because he is a.)  getting too aggressive with the other roosters  and b.)  REALLY LOUD  and c.)  for sale (cheap).   However, selling a rooste…

In which it isn't Easter, and no bunny is gonna love these eggs

I was re-stacking some of the hay bales in the barn this morning, and I found* these.

Considering that chickens in general are not very clever, It's unexpected but true that there always seem to be a few hens with a Nesting Agenda.
Twelve, of course, is the goddess of these duplicitous birds.  In her lifetime, Twelve achieved fame for unusual nesting locations.  

Our best guess is that the sneaky hen(s) that laid this super-secret stash of cackleberries did so in August or September.

They certainly aren't fresh.

Mother Earth News did a research study with eggs, to determine the best long-term storage procedure.  Stashing fresh eggs under hay bales was not part of the study, but it makes interesting reading anyhow.

Fresh eggs sink promptly to the bottom of a water bowl.  As eggs age, air gets into the shell and forms a pocket.  Less-than-ideal eggs (aka "dog eggs") have a small air pocket, and will sink partway.  Do-not-eat eggs have so much air inside the shell that th…

In which I review a cool thing that's pink and sparkling and book-shaped

It's easy enough to see why I didn't pick up this book when it first crossed my desk.

Please understand that anywhere between 20 and 100 books cross my desk each week.

Most are teen books, some are classics, and the rest are tossed there by mistake (this happens frequently, as my desk is in a high-traffic area and has a high-gravity field that attracts random stuff and doesn't repel anything ever).
So, yeah, I probably "saw" this come through as a brand new book in 2014.  But I didn't look at it.  
Because pink.
In the world of children's books, there are gazillions of series books published by companies who don't give an overweight rodent rear end about things like story line, character development, and plot.  They are not "authored" so much as they are a knockoff bootleg "Barbie" DVD.  
The big selling point for many of these books?  They are pink.

(The joke at the library is that when we check in a stack of the f…

In which the Clash ask a question, and here are my thoughts about "going"

I see this question often on the Green Bean Facebook lists, especially this time of year.

People asking the question, "should I go to XXX ride?" often do not have a single concern that is causing the hesitation.  Usually it's a laundry list of concerns, which might include some or all of the following:
Saddle fit (horse) -- "He's always been fine in this saddle, but when he started to shed out I found some white hairs behind his shoulder..."Saddle fit (rider) -- "My back (knees/hips/shoulders/butt/feet) hurt if we go more than an hour..."Footgear (horse) -- "He's always been barefoot, but people say..."Footgear (rider) -- "My toenails have all turned black..."Camping (horse) -- "Will my electric fence/panels/origami rope creation be sufficient..."Camping (rider) -- "I don't have a living quarters trailer, how will I...?"Travel (horse) -- "He loads and unloads just fine but if we drive more than 2…

In which there's a New Camera, but it stayed home when I went riding

Kitty gave me a camera!

The battery needed a good long charge, so I plugged it in at home.

Then, I went riding.  My phone took all the photos on the trail today.

Since we were expecting rain, riding was actually "Plan B" today.  Plan A was all about spending time at home in the morning, and hanging out at the Naked Lady Spa with some friends in the afternoon.

Eleni texted from the spa to say that it was very crowded--a 20-minute wait out the door!  Hmmm.

That doesn't sound like it would provide the quiet, restful experience I was seeking today.

And besides, it wasn't raining!

When I got home, the battery on the New Kid was all charged up, and Jim had even taken an inaugural photo:

I added a second photo to get the buttons under my fingers.

Then I went outside to mess around with it a little more.

Thank you for the wonderful gift, Kitty!  This camera will not be gathering dust at Haiku Farm!

In which I live the best of all possible lives, and the sun did shine!

The morning didn't start with great omens.

I left the camera and my gloves and my phone and no horse cookies on the fender of the trailer while Fiddle was tied, as I have done about ten zillion times in the eleven years this horse and I have been together.

She wanted cookies.  She thought there should be cookies.  She knew that she deserved cookies.

She went looking for cookies.  Phone is not a cookie.  Glove is not a cookie.  Other glove is not a cookie.  Camera is not a cookie.  The cookies must be under all this useless junk.  So she moved the junk...onto the ground.  The phone and the gloves bounced safely under the trailer.

The camera bounced...right under her foot.


There is no budget this month (or next, or the month after) for a new camera.  All the pictures for this post were taken with phone cameras--mostly mine, but also Patty's.   *see UPDATE at bottom of the post!

The goal:  enjoy the sunshine.  The horses are out of shape, so today was for WALKING.

Lytha in …

In which I haven't been posting because nothing has been happening

The EHV-1 quarantine has been lifted!
Due in part to quick action and cooperation among local veterinarians and horse owners, the outbreak remained confined to Gold Creek Equestrian in Woodinville.  Gold Creek is still quarantined, but the rest of us are free to move around again.  

It's drying up a little bit now (finally), but the skies have been grey and dumping cold rain on us for almost two weeks.  Not only "not fun" for riding, but also "really REALLY muddy" out on the trails.
So, Fiddle and I haven't left the property together since December 21st.
Tomorrow's forecast says "MOSTLY SUNNY." 
We are heading out.  11am at the trailhead--if you're local, come join us!
I've been reading some old blog posts lately, and this photo in particular caught my eye: 

If you'd like to join me in a little sentimental journey, you can START HERE.  
That's the first part of the report from a …

In which we burn energy that would normally be used for riding

"It's a beautiful day, let's saddle up and hit the trails....not."

There's been no change to the EHV-1 situation...which is good.  No new cases, no new euthanasias (that we know of).  This is one of those times when no news is good news--if things had gotten worse over the holiday weekend, there would have been an update from the state veterinarian and there isn't one.

So we're still self-quarantining and glad to have horses safe and healthy.


It's so hard to stay home when the sky isn't throwing cold wet stuff down.   So, we didn't.

Megan invited Jim and me to join her and Anne (human) and Lucy (dog) on a walk up the Wallace Falls trail on New Year's Day.

Off we went, into the sunshine.

It was a perfect day to walk this trail.

We dressed in layers and dropped most of them for the uphill hike to the Middle Falls.