Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Crazy busy days
The horses need to help save too, so I copied someone's idea (sorry, can't remember where I saw this) of using trash barrels as hay feeders. Less gets wasted on the ground and it remains dry--a win-win for us and the horses. We need to perfect the lid ensembles, but the wheelie bins (love the British term) allow multiple feeding stations and seem a lot safer than many other feeder products on the market, most using metal, are tippy and trappy--potential disasters with horses. The horses were a bit wary at first--big black obstacles along the fence line, but they quickly figured out the system, although Rolex prefers the lids off so she can submerge her head in the hay! As you can see, some dribbles out onto the ground, but overall, these are working quite well. Oh, and wheelie bins are MUCH cheaper than feeders!
Harley has been his predictable self--a star when he gets worked consistently, and spooky when he goes too long without solo rides. But I know what to expect at this point in our journey together. But he did catch me off guard last week. We scrambled up the power line trail and just as we crested the slope, a HUGE red-tailed hawk flew up out of the tree overhead. I was leaning forward to get under a branch and off his back on the slope--a notoriously precarious position for me! The bird started both of us, but he whirled left and I went over his shoulder, yet again. Thankfully it was a soft landing. Back in the saddle, he jigged and pranced along, expecting giant raptors and dinosaurs to jump out around every corner! Self-preservation is Harley's top priority. If he were a mustang, he would be a survivor--flee from all predators, preferably at speed! Riding at dusk always proves interesting.
We encountered one lone turkey hen, bustling through the woods, and a group of hikers. Not too many people out on Father's Day. I'd like to have taken my Dad out for brunch some place, then puttered around with him on our potential farm--maybe next year, if we find a place. Just as we rode past the house with domestic turkeys and chickens galore, a horse and rider approached from up the road. I saw her before Harley! He stopped dead, head up like a giraffe. "Who's this? Do I know that horse?" I chatted with the rider, swapped trail tales, and we headed off in opposite directions, Harley cranking his head around to watch her ride away.
Back home, Harley was welcomed home by the girls. With a lot of sniffing, swapping stories via their noses, Rolex and Ruffy checked out Harley, probably smelling the other horse he'd encountered. I'd love to know what they are "saying" to each other.
Our resident baby phoebes appear to be outgrowing their little nest in the barn. While the parents were out hunting, I stepped up to take a picture of them! One day they're just little featherless blobs, and suddenly they're nearly the size of their parents. I'll welcome a few more bug-eaters to the barn!