i am well aware that I am supposed to only post positives here but I gotta say it somewhere. I had major dental work and it hurts. Worse yet it’s slow healing and I have developed thrush. I feel for babies now. I can’t shave because any pressure is excruciating. So I look like a sack of turd droppings. I don’t like pain killers so have been avoiding them.
On a brighter note, I did adopt a whole bunch of baby chickens and some baby ducks. They are very cute if a bit loud. Nora and Anderson should like them when they come to visit this weekend.
Sometimes I wax gushy about my wife Mary here. Obviously, this is going to be one of those times. I’ll try not to go overboard.
This pic isn’t so recent. It’s from our last Cozumel trip in summer 2015 but she sure was beautiful in it. I can’t go into all I like in it cause some aren’t her favorite features suffice it to say I think my Mary is a beautiful woman and don’t want to embarrass her.
We out this weekend and she made me feel like a king and with out really trying I think she showed me I was the luckiest guy in town. Something I don’t really need to be reminded but it feels good nonetheless.
I love you Babydoll and thank you for a great time!
Two new horses have come home to live at our farm. And some serious thought went into naming them. Just as my other acquisitions. Kai came with her name but it too proved to come with Native American roots that fit her personality. Chaka I researche and found his native name and now Attah and NiNi.
Kai Kai Hawaiian Sea Mustang Mare
Navajo Willow Tree
Chankawahtaneh Chaka Sioux. Good Road Apaloosa Gelding
Ahtahkakoop Attah Cree Star Blanket Leopard App Mare
Nûñnë’hï NiNi Cherokee Walker. TWH Mare . Spirit People
Seems complex but it works in MY head. Attah is a sickly girl and is going to require a lot of love, attention, and care to save. I met with the vet several times before I brought her home. This is a challenge I want to face. I want to make her my special girl. She will be my star blanket when the nights are hard.
She is such a sweet girl. Slow moving and loves the little guys. Sweet as a flower.
Next we have the mighty NINi. She is Proud and strong and graceful… And yet… Somehow just as sweet. She loves human touch. She is eager to please and follows a guiding hand. Loves…and I mean LOVES to ape for the camera. A real selfie girl is she.
NiNi is a high stepping showgirl with a proud and beautiful bearing. Gaited and smart I hope she will be willing to work with me through my riding lessons and attempts at become a better rider for ALL of my horses.
So join me and welcoming these to members of the family to the farm.
we got a new buckling last Saturday evening. He is a Pygmy Nigerian and is barely weaned. He was born with the name Buck but we have dubbed him lil Willy in honor of Mary’s highschool best friend.
lil Willy spends his days outside and his night in a playpen in our master bathroom. He has already gained Mary’s approval and affections by giving her kisses and chewing on her hair ( cuter than it sounds). He also is quite adventurous as you can see.
Yup. Another addition. One I agreed to take on several months ago from my neighbor James Emerson whenever he was ready for her to go. Then he appeared on my doorstep today. So now she is here in all her glory. James assured Mary that she could take a look at her and if she didn’t like her we could eat her. Mary assured him if she took a look at her we would NOT BE EATING HER. and, as she has looked at her AND she likes her, we will not be eating her and she will be staying.
I decided to call her Spandex. Since our male is Speck (turns out that’s German for bacon. Not intentional on my part for sure. I was going for Pee Wee Herman’s Dog). Together, they are Speck and Spandex. Besides, look at her. She got a hot piggy body.
Spandex is also very friendly. Loves to snuffle toes. And even likes being pet a lot. My kind of addition.
God blesses SEE ME Farm again.
I can show you why in just one picture. These are two of my grandchildren, Nora and Anderson. They are on the back of my horse Cankoowatay, Chaka for short. My farm allows me to give them these moments. It allows them to call me Grandpa farmer Sean.
This is Buddy with my daughter Nyoka. Buddy is a dwarf 3 legged angus steer. Technically, he has 4 legs but on rear leg is completely crippled and useless and does not work. His crippledness has resulted in ver poor exercise and food intake and thus drastically stunted growth. Hence he is just the kind of oddball I am always lookin for to give a home at see me farm. Leave it to me to find the good guys. Buddy can pirouette on on front foot while pushing off with his good back foot. He may never be a T bone but he can be Kevin Bacon and DANCE!
OK. Let me preface my comments by saying that I am not whining. And, while I do believe a more traditional testosterone driven thought pattern would simplify much in my life, I am both content and happy with me the way I am. Secondly lent me say that as I point out others reactions to my eccentricities, I am not judging them or finding any fault. I am merely making observations of what I perceive to be normal males.
I’ve lived in this house for a little over 2.5 years. For nearly 2 years of that our ice maker did not work. Why? There was a leak in the water line to it. I knew exactly where the leak was. We went without because I was intimidated by the prospect of replacing the entire waterline. Moving out appliances, snaking line without crimping and causing a new leak. I eventually hired my Amish neighbor and best friend Joe to do it. I bought the entire replacement kit. He opened it pulled 3 prices, cut out the leak, and spliced the ends back together. Total labor time? 15 minutes testing and all. Why didn’t my brain think of this? Was I embarrassed? No, it’s Joe. He knows I’m not right.
I’ve been trying to buy some tobacco sticks for use As tomatoes takes for two weeks now. Then something in my brain hiccuped and said u have a miter saw and a huge pile of cedar 1 x 2 scraps……make your own. So that’s what I did this evening. All by myself. No help. And I can still count to 10 on my hands. I am so excited. I wanna tell someone… To brag. Unfortunately, not to many people get excited when a grown man uses his own power tool to cut a stick.
Sean: Dad! I used my miter saw to cut tomato stakes all by myself!
Dad: (pregnant pause) uhhhhh…that’s good.
It just doesn’t seem to work no matter how you play it. I could tell Joe. He gets me or maybe just feels sorry for me. He pushes me to develop man brain. Even told me he would not build me a barn door. Says I have to start doing things for myself. And I’m gonna build that door too. You watch and see. A barn door is ALLOWED to be crooked.
Speaking of pregnant, this is a picture of my 8 month pregnant daughter Brontë weeding her green beans while I drove my tomato stakes today.
And these are cookies that Joes wife Ida made and gave me in trade for eggs that my chickens laid and I gave her. I think I got the long end of that deal. I love her cookies.
On friday i was given a very pretty Jersey cow that was down. This means she was not able to stand up. The hope was that threw the use of straps, a tree, a special tool that hooks to her hip bones, and a come alond we would be able to suspend her on her feet and help her regain circulation and use of her limbs since they all seemed intact.
Starting Friday evening, we got her up. A very strenuous process began. 2 hours up 2 hours down with it taking about 45 minutes to move her each time around the clock. But, she was a trooper and cooperated without too much distress even when I worked in the dark.
By Saturday early afternoon she had full use of her front legs but still nothing in her entire rear. Her backbone looked angled funny too. By sundy evening we were suspecting a spinal injury and our prognosis had become very guarded as she had developed a rapidly progressing case ove bloat (swelling in the belly).
Sunday morning when i went out to raise her up again she had worked free of the straps and had dragged herself/rolled about 30 yards down the hill. Her bloat was very bad and she was stressing very much. By hand i pulled her around so he head faced uphill and began making preoerations to help her end her suffering. A neighbor with a skid steer will help me bury her.
My source for a gun was at church but when i went back out later she had passed. Yes. If pets cros the rainbow bridge i guess my little 800 lb cow girl patient has crossed the golden arches. You know i jokingly referred to her as my Hamburger (never in her presence.) cause she was beef on the ground. But my hamburger….may the angels who milk you ever have warm hands. I got close to you trying to save you.
well I know I blew threw like a month with no blog entries. It’s not my first time but This time it’s not MY fault. iOS 8.3. Has my keyboard orientation really messed up and lots of times I cannot see what I am typing. So I haven’t typed. Still not fixed but trying.
Good news and bad news…
I sold My calf Tinkerbell.
Goats ate a whole thru my fence. Not uncommon. But a local beagle came in and I lost 16 chickens.
For this and other reasons I dropped down to 1 rooster, Chauntecleer.
I got a new Naked Neck Rooster, Cleetus.
I got the worlds ugliest rooster. A silky bantum that i named Cecil.
I rebuilt my fence clampet style.(pic to come later)
We got a lil piggy. His name is Speck ast Pee Wee Hermqn’s dog. We also found out later this is thr German word for Bacon.
We got a rooster named Stephani.
I named my polish chick Eddie after Eddie and the Cruisers.