Saturday, November 28, 2009

Looking at it through her eyes.

I was organizing pictures tonight and came across these pictures that Hannah took a few months ago.

We'd been out working with the horses and I asked her to put my camera around her neck and hold onto it. When I unloaded the card that night, these were on it.

That's me off in the distance in the arena - putting some time on Daisy before we rode together.

This is after I started ponying her on Princess. You can see Ains' boot in front of my leg where she was riding.

A close-up. "So I could remember her scratching place when we came in the house."

Cygnus trotting beside us.

Oh, dear. That's too be expected, I suppose.

This one, however ... this one took more effort and planning.

This was taken as I was tying the pony to the trailer. I look just about as tired as I felt.

It's interesting, and sometimes surprising, to see what kids think is important enough to take pictures of. This time? Not so surprising. Mother, pony, puppy, and butts.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Duck Duck Goose.

I was walking out to feed the calves one evening a few weeks ago and found this little lady floundering across our garden with a broken wing.

It's not broken at the shoulder, so I looked around online for help. I already knew, from an experience over the summer with an owl with a broken wing, that there are no wildlife rehabilitation places around here (though plenty of my husband's friends who hunt said they could 'take it off my hands') and that vets in this area would tell me to wring its neck, so I was on my own with this.

I waded through all of the 'Take it to the vet' and 'Are you nuts? You're not *qualified* to take care of a duck' answers that had been given to others who had asked the same question online and finally found a website that helped.

Hannah and I wrapped her up and made her a comfortable home in a rabbit hutch in a shed. My biggest worry was that she would succumb to captivity despair, but after two days she started quacking softly to us, and now she yells when she hears us outside the shed. If I could, I'd move her cage in with my chickens, but I'm not sure there aren't avian diseases that cross over there - still checking on that.

She still needs six more weeks in the bandage. After that, if her wing appears to be healed and there's no danger to the chickens, I'll stick her in the chicken coop to strengthen her wings, and let her leave from there. I'm not letting the girls hold her a lot, so I'm hoping that when we are able to release her, she's not too tamed down. Not that I'd mind a duck hanging around.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Cold days are here to stay.

No more of this.

This calf hutch that they got to play in for a few days is out in the goat pen for winter shelter and I have to admit that I'm really glad. That's not something they can play in without me being right there watching because of the danger of a leg getting caught in the door. Not real likely to happen with Hannah, but the two youngest don't have the ability yet to grasp the danger.

They're fun to watch in it, though. Like hamsters in a wheel. Their favorite thing is to have one person run fast and make them slide, so it was especially fun for them when they could talk me into turning it for them.

It doesn't appear that we'll get any more warm (in the range of 50-60 degrees) days until late spring from here on out.

Bring on the snow!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Collecting flower seeds.

Today we finished collecting flower seeds from our butterfly garden.

The last ones to come in were the marigold seeds which are fun all the way around - the seed heads snap off easily (and there are *so* many), the seeds pop out easy (and, good heaves, there are *so* many), and you're left with a pile of empty seed pods left for crafting. Very fun.

We also collected some wildflower seeds and the last of the calendula.

We harvested our sunflower seeds right before our freak snow storm. We collected about one-quarter of the seed heads and left the rest for the birds. Since the garden's right outside our window, we've gotten to watch some really funny seed eating antics, none of which I seem to be able to capture on film.