Here are a couple pictures. More tomorrow.
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| Moo Cow!! |
Itchy Kitty
Lucky shoe
Woh these pictures are kind of an odd collection. lol
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Ho Hum Day
No real post today. I started the day going to the dentist, did some office work, and then did some outside work. All while drooling with a headache! Yeah! Classy! lol
Here are a couple pictures. More tomorrow.
Here are a couple pictures. More tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Little Lessons
Good morning! I am going out in the world today to dig up something interesting to talk about so I wanted to share this old post from my other blog. It is one of my favorites and I hope that you enjoy it and the picutes bring a smile to your face. I also hope you have a wonderful day.
FROM JULY 2013 "Life is like...... a book. Sorry Forrest"
I am back. Everyone went to do something today and I agreed to watch a ladies goat so I had to stay home and wait for them to show up. I now have 5 days of morning and night milking of a goat named Ali to look forward to. I don't even really like goats or goat milk for that matter but I am up for a new experience.
This is one of those rare days where I have done pretty much nothing. Since I have moved here there has always been so much to do I don't stop very often.
I was looking through the photos on my phone, thinking my life is always so full of random interesting stuff and I haven't been sharing it. Though some would say I share way too much about my life. I have been told I shouldn't be such an open book. But I don't really know what that means. Isn't a book suppose to be opened? If we don't share our thoughts and experiences with each other how do we grow into better people?
I worked on a Quarter Horse breeding facility this spring. A small one. One amazing lady's dream of raising champion barrel racing and race horses. I went in with "oh I am going to really get my foot in the door and learn stuff from this job" and came out with lessons I never thought I would learn and the amazement of how hard people with livestock work and the amount of loss they endure.
Although I love my animals and someday I want to do something with horses. I want to stand out as a horse woman in some way. I don't know if I would ever want to be on that level. One of the main reasons is with so much loss and struggle I think you grow a little callused in a way. I don't think the love for the individual animal is as strong as when you were a little girl and you just loved your one simple ugly pony. Horses become more of a tool to the success you are seeking. I don't mean that in a real bad put down successful horse people way, I just think it's human nature to always strive for more and better and not see that perfection is in imperfection and the true life moments aren't filled with success and glory, they are the simple moments when all is said and done we wish that we could bring back.
That lesson, although I have heard it many times was brought to me this spring one more time by one little filly named Footnote.
It had been one of those births that we waited for in anticipation. The mare was already a surrogate mother to an orphan foal we had been bottle feeding. I wasn't there for her birth. I was the one that took care of things for during the day while those who stayed up all night rested. But I will set the scenario for you . Jill and Jody are two close friends that run the place ( I hope to be inspired to blog more about them because both are neat women), they would sit up with mares about to foal. I learned a lot about when a mare is ready to foal and what to do. When a foal was born the two of them would make sure the mare didn't need any help, then when the baby was born they would help clean the foal up, give enemas, make sure the foal was healthy, got the colostrum needed, and was nursing. This time was different because when the baby was born, Jill went to get the supplies and more legs started coming out of the mare. The mare named Paige gave birth to twins Foreward and Footnote. Foreword was a strong and healthy colt, but little Footnote was smaller and weak. Knowing that the chances of her survival wasn't good, Jill vowed that she would do the best she could for the little filly, that being a part of her responsibility as a horse breeder. I admire that, the care that Jill gives her animals is incredible.
We bottle fed and took care of that baby her first day of life. Knowing that she might not make it through the first night I tried to remember the words of my mother to love them while they are here, but I tried not to get too attached.
There is something special about a baby. A baby anything. They don't know they are struggling to survive, they just simply live. One moment at a time. They don't care what they look like, if they will be successful, or what people think of them. They only care about each good moment that comes their way and they are quick to forgive the not so good. That is such an important lesson that comes up over and over again. It's a shame some of us fail to see that.
Little Footnote made it through her first night. She was a fighting sassy little spirit. I remember wrestling her in her stall, trying to soak her naval or trying to get her to eat when she didn't want to. She was under developed and down in her pasterns (her ankles touched the ground), but she got around pretty well. She would knicker when she heard you coming and when she was hungry. Her personality and zest for life shined. She lifted our spirits and our hopes, that just maybe she could survive.
The next day was a warm early spring day. I finished chores and decided to bring Footnote outside to enjoy the sun. I carried her outside onto the grass. Ed helped me clean her up and then we giggled as she wandered around wagging her tail like everyone should pay attention to the new horse in town. She found a nice sunny place to lay and just soaked up the sun. You could just feel in those moments she was plain happy.
At one point I lay beside her and fell asleep. I was behind her shoulder and she would swing her head back every once in awhile to knicker and make sure I was still there.
I have been around animals so long now that I see these moments. They are no longer this foal is cute moments, they are much deeper than that and I feel honored to be a part of them. They are THE moments, the simple ones you want to revisit over and over again. Although I am wiser now and I see them and I hold on to them as tight as I can, trying to remember all the details, these moments still slip away and all I have is the memory and the hope that lies in that moment.
When I brought little Footnote in for the night you could tell that was all she had, something in her body was underdeveloped and she was uncomfortable. We tried to give her medications and comfort her but nothing worked. The next morning Jill made the decision to have her put down.
These are the memories I have and the lesson I wanted to share with you.
My family is home now. And not about to let me keep typing, so I better close and go.
FROM JULY 2013 "Life is like...... a book. Sorry Forrest"
I am back. Everyone went to do something today and I agreed to watch a ladies goat so I had to stay home and wait for them to show up. I now have 5 days of morning and night milking of a goat named Ali to look forward to. I don't even really like goats or goat milk for that matter but I am up for a new experience.
This is one of those rare days where I have done pretty much nothing. Since I have moved here there has always been so much to do I don't stop very often.
I was looking through the photos on my phone, thinking my life is always so full of random interesting stuff and I haven't been sharing it. Though some would say I share way too much about my life. I have been told I shouldn't be such an open book. But I don't really know what that means. Isn't a book suppose to be opened? If we don't share our thoughts and experiences with each other how do we grow into better people?
I worked on a Quarter Horse breeding facility this spring. A small one. One amazing lady's dream of raising champion barrel racing and race horses. I went in with "oh I am going to really get my foot in the door and learn stuff from this job" and came out with lessons I never thought I would learn and the amazement of how hard people with livestock work and the amount of loss they endure.
Although I love my animals and someday I want to do something with horses. I want to stand out as a horse woman in some way. I don't know if I would ever want to be on that level. One of the main reasons is with so much loss and struggle I think you grow a little callused in a way. I don't think the love for the individual animal is as strong as when you were a little girl and you just loved your one simple ugly pony. Horses become more of a tool to the success you are seeking. I don't mean that in a real bad put down successful horse people way, I just think it's human nature to always strive for more and better and not see that perfection is in imperfection and the true life moments aren't filled with success and glory, they are the simple moments when all is said and done we wish that we could bring back.
That lesson, although I have heard it many times was brought to me this spring one more time by one little filly named Footnote.
It had been one of those births that we waited for in anticipation. The mare was already a surrogate mother to an orphan foal we had been bottle feeding. I wasn't there for her birth. I was the one that took care of things for during the day while those who stayed up all night rested. But I will set the scenario for you . Jill and Jody are two close friends that run the place ( I hope to be inspired to blog more about them because both are neat women), they would sit up with mares about to foal. I learned a lot about when a mare is ready to foal and what to do. When a foal was born the two of them would make sure the mare didn't need any help, then when the baby was born they would help clean the foal up, give enemas, make sure the foal was healthy, got the colostrum needed, and was nursing. This time was different because when the baby was born, Jill went to get the supplies and more legs started coming out of the mare. The mare named Paige gave birth to twins Foreward and Footnote. Foreword was a strong and healthy colt, but little Footnote was smaller and weak. Knowing that the chances of her survival wasn't good, Jill vowed that she would do the best she could for the little filly, that being a part of her responsibility as a horse breeder. I admire that, the care that Jill gives her animals is incredible.
We bottle fed and took care of that baby her first day of life. Knowing that she might not make it through the first night I tried to remember the words of my mother to love them while they are here, but I tried not to get too attached.
There is something special about a baby. A baby anything. They don't know they are struggling to survive, they just simply live. One moment at a time. They don't care what they look like, if they will be successful, or what people think of them. They only care about each good moment that comes their way and they are quick to forgive the not so good. That is such an important lesson that comes up over and over again. It's a shame some of us fail to see that.
Little Footnote made it through her first night. She was a fighting sassy little spirit. I remember wrestling her in her stall, trying to soak her naval or trying to get her to eat when she didn't want to. She was under developed and down in her pasterns (her ankles touched the ground), but she got around pretty well. She would knicker when she heard you coming and when she was hungry. Her personality and zest for life shined. She lifted our spirits and our hopes, that just maybe she could survive.
The next day was a warm early spring day. I finished chores and decided to bring Footnote outside to enjoy the sun. I carried her outside onto the grass. Ed helped me clean her up and then we giggled as she wandered around wagging her tail like everyone should pay attention to the new horse in town. She found a nice sunny place to lay and just soaked up the sun. You could just feel in those moments she was plain happy.
At one point I lay beside her and fell asleep. I was behind her shoulder and she would swing her head back every once in awhile to knicker and make sure I was still there.
I have been around animals so long now that I see these moments. They are no longer this foal is cute moments, they are much deeper than that and I feel honored to be a part of them. They are THE moments, the simple ones you want to revisit over and over again. Although I am wiser now and I see them and I hold on to them as tight as I can, trying to remember all the details, these moments still slip away and all I have is the memory and the hope that lies in that moment.
When I brought little Footnote in for the night you could tell that was all she had, something in her body was underdeveloped and she was uncomfortable. We tried to give her medications and comfort her but nothing worked. The next morning Jill made the decision to have her put down.
These are the memories I have and the lesson I wanted to share with you.
My family is home now. And not about to let me keep typing, so I better close and go.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Greeting!
Hello! I want to welcome you to my blog. I realize its a litte bare right now. I have been blogging for a few years now but I wanted to share some of my successes and my life with more people so I have started this blog.
Scary to start a new blog and have well no one paying attention. But stick with me and I promise I will entertain you in some way. lol
I love people, I love life and I like to write sometimes random, sometimes deep thoughts. Mixing that together with my daily stuff and sharing it is my passion.
I live in the heart of Montana. The middle of no where I say. I live a simple life with my boyfriend, my 2 kids, and a various array of animals. Some people say they dream of my life. haha That makes me laugh because they are welcome to come feed and break water for me in the morning at 20 below zero! Some people would run away scream if they had to live 15 miles from the nearest Starbucks.
Where ever you are and who ever you are, I welcome you. The internet has opened so many doors for me and has introduced me to some of my most cherished friends. We are lucky enough to live in an age where we can all be neighbors and friends and we can all walk together and share each others experiences.
I take your hand in friendship! Come back and visit me!!
Scary to start a new blog and have well no one paying attention. But stick with me and I promise I will entertain you in some way. lol
I love people, I love life and I like to write sometimes random, sometimes deep thoughts. Mixing that together with my daily stuff and sharing it is my passion.
I live in the heart of Montana. The middle of no where I say. I live a simple life with my boyfriend, my 2 kids, and a various array of animals. Some people say they dream of my life. haha That makes me laugh because they are welcome to come feed and break water for me in the morning at 20 below zero! Some people would run away scream if they had to live 15 miles from the nearest Starbucks.
Where ever you are and who ever you are, I welcome you. The internet has opened so many doors for me and has introduced me to some of my most cherished friends. We are lucky enough to live in an age where we can all be neighbors and friends and we can all walk together and share each others experiences.
I take your hand in friendship! Come back and visit me!!
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