Its too cool to explain but when you arrive home and Ida and the kids are at the house delivering a loaf of bread it takes you to a whole new world of bliss. No where do I know of this sort of generosity in the world today.
OK my kids are strange. The are sweet. I love them. They bring me great Joy \. But, inevitably they are strange. They got up this morning and in the and in the process of getting dressed to go to school, one of them looked out side. Oh Lord! The fun begins. There is SNOW outside. Dad, YOU MUST TAKE pictures. Right now! Why? It might melt! This is sound reasoning as that snow is all of a 1/4 inch if that. But the wanted pictures up on my blog. so here’s a link. And just to point out, they were right. By 10 AM they Blizzard is gone. The snow had melted. Thats just the way the weather rumbles here on Buck Creek.
Well, I had planned to get individual picks of all of my livestock to show their growth and the progress some of them have made in recuperating from the neglect they experienced under previous owners. Some of it is still quite evident and very depressing, I just wanted to show how much better they were doing now. I also wanted to show how big my Girlfriend cow has been getting. What with The crud seasons coming, backgrounds for shots are gonna be poor and their winter coats will make them look far less sleek. Unfortunately, it rainy and wet and is supposed to stay that way for a few days. Halloween is supposed to be down right nasty all day. I will merely have to wait and see what comes in the following days. I will say that the cruddy weather makes my horses and cow happy to see me. I think they know I have food but also that i have kind words and lovins for them. Nothin like a 5 AM cowlick from a sweet heifer who knows you are happy to see her. Or, when the beautiful white mustang (a la Lone Ranger) tucks your shoulder under her chin and gives you a horsey hug before she starts eating. That my friends is the best part of waking up.
Evenings are a different kind of fun. Mornings are rushed as I have to get back to the house and get the kids off to school and help Mary get of for her day. In the evening I have time and the horses know it.
They want their food but they take their time. And this is the time that I try to get the cockleburs combed from their mains and tails. There is no experience anywhere on earth that compares to combing out a horses tale and feeling that ever so strange but forceful breeze waft right into your face. That my friends is when you know that you are truly loved . They talk about Cows and Methane but I have never has My heifer assaulted me in this way. Just my horses. And my horses always turn their big ol’ horse head back to look me in the eye as if to judge my reaction. And my reaction is typically the same. I roll my eyes and say something along the lines of ”Nice.” But all in all when the combing is done and the cackle burs have migrated from their mane and tail to my clothing, I know I have done a good thing. I know especially that even if they don’t realize it…combing the tail hairs where they lay in their butt crack was a true kindness and they will be blessed for that extra effort on my part. Seriously, take a few moments. Pause. close your eyes and imagine just for a moment walking for the day with one of these monsters in the picture wedged in YOUR butt crack. No. I don’t think so. I too think you would not like that at all. So bless to beasts and the children and bless the farmer wannabe who combs the cockle bur out of the beasts butt crack.
On Saturday Morning a local Amish named Mose delivered a Horse to us.
Sean on Ted
Its an Amish workhorse that is broke to ride, to pull a buggy, to pull a wagon, to work and all sorts of stuff. Mose gave him to me because he doesn’t “like” to do much any of this. He is a lazy horse and the Amish have no use for a lazy horse. I do. He is ridable which means that along with Kai we have two so we can go ride. Click he Picture to see more images of Ted. He is a smart horse but I have to learnn to be better at stearing him. He doesnt reck rein, which means that everything feels backward when I try to ride.
And, in case the above post isnt obvious enough, I am able to blog now. Hopefully I will get back into the swing and do so more often.
Yes I know. My Blogitude is suffering most horribly the last couple months. I admit that there has been tons to blog about but Between mental issues and busy schedules I have not been able to sit down and get focused enough to type an entry. On top of that I have been mildly crabdby lately and that makes me want to say things that are less than kind about what other people do or post on Facebook, and since I have a rule about staying positive here I have kind of let things slide in order to follow that rule.
But lets see what happened lately. My uncle Junior passed on. He was 82. but he will stay with us in the legend that he was. Our Pony Fred found a new home with flat land in Bowling Green. His hips will be much happier for it. Bacon is no Green Broke but still needs a bit of work as of yet. I was in the pen with Bacon aMolly and Kai and the smaller 2 started kicking at big ol Molly and Cindy came running in and chased them out to protect me. Who ever saw a cow chase horses. She loves me. Molly is lookin much better and has put on weight. She just has a long ways ta go yet.
Last night I began teaching my cub scouts to march. one of them said he wasn’t calling cadence because she was in his class at school and he didn’t like her. I explained and we marched to McDonalds for ice creams. I like this scout leader thing.
Today I saw the coolest thing EVER. As I pulled up to my street on the main road(1297), there was someone coming at me. It was Eman (E-man) our new Amish neighbor from further back the road. He and his family are moving in this week. Eman was on a modified flat bed wagon pulled by two Belgians who were foaming as they pulled he massive load on the wagon. It was a workshop building roughly the size of my own .(30 or 40 by 15 or so). The coolest part was that Eman was driving the horses from inside the building through a window. I got to sit and wait for em go in ahead of me and then ride a ways slowly behind. It was a feet of engineering I say. I mean no motors to lift it and only horses to pull it. One of the amazing parts of the feat is that Eman’s old house is around 6 miles from where he will currently live. No wonder those horses were frothing. I would imagine it was a very slow process to move along the sometimes hilly and curvy route. Slow or not I wish I could have been a fly on that wall and see the entire trip.