Saturday, July 13, 2019
Panther Cat
When this boy arrived in my yard several years ago he was starved, more for affection than food. I had no success finding his original home. My black cat of 14 years had recently died and I was not interested in having another, but I was not in charge. He came and stayed and has been one of the most loving cats I have ever owned. I need to continually remind myself that what is in front of us is where our attention is best focused.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Living with Wild Animals
The Wild Animal Hostelry has closed its door for the season. The crawl space egress was closed with a flat rock bolstered by 10 pds of concrete. Cottontails, cats, fox, racoons, and possums who have been spending part of their time in the space during this extreme winter season, milled around in seeming confusion before making tracks to alternates sites. With numerous outbuildings and barns scattered throughout the country there is no shortage of alternate sites for their evenings pleasures. The closed hostelry has made for uninterrrupted sleep to the in house inhabitants who had previously been awoken by the excitement of the canine house occupants when wild animals wandered beneath their feet. We wish all critters a warmer spring!
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Wildlife and Horses
One day I stayed for hours out in the pasture with the herd.
I had just moved all 6 mares with their 4 month old foals out to the ridge land
where they joined up with the older ‘saddle horses’. Our land in Kentucky was nourished all summer
by frequents rains and the grass (and weeds!) were rich and lush.
There was jostling and posturing and baby foal clacking. I
was mesmerized by all the activity and stood quietly watching. Something caught my eye and here are 2
coyotes traveling a well worn path not 20 feet from me. They saw me turn and fled so fast they
seemed an illusion. Later, gazing up
toward the barn I spied a red fox trotting across the top of the pond. All this activity, I thought, this herd is in
the middle of the wildlife. Finally I
tore myself away and as I came out from behind some bushes, I spooked a white
tail doe, who bounded off into the woods.
What else is out here that lives with my herd, I wondered?
Later in my house as I write this I looked out the window and saw 3 deer in with the stallion. They seems to be getting closer…who will be the first to venture into the backyard?…probably the fox!
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Musical Mhairs
Musical Mhairs... what's that you say? Imagine musical chairs with mares as chairs...
these 4 new babies this spring came within a couple of weeks of eachother, their dams all related; sisters, mothers, daughters, all bay and all babies alike.
When I cracked open the barn door the other evening at feeding time, I peered out at a new young mother and watched her baby suckle. Who? that is not your mama! I peered around the corner of the barn door and saw a baby following the wrong mare!
A few days before I was watching a mare run with a baby stuck to her side, striding leg for leg along her side. Wrong mama! This last one showed me how the instinct to stay next to a large body saves their life in a running herd, not knowing why, what, or who, they run and know to stay attached...to someone bigger but just like them!
Seems like they have all sorted themselves out better lately!
So we are on our herdy way!
Friday, February 8, 2013
Tribute to Ruffles 1981-2013
TAMU Ruffles Copy "Ruffles" Tribute Apr 6 1981 - Feb 8, 2013
Here she is as a 2 yr old when I bought her while at Texas A &M. This mare changed my life. Because of her sensitivities and my desire to get along with her she pushed me to seek out what is now called 'Natural Horsemanship ' but 30 years ago it was not labeled as such.
My friend while pregnant with her first child drove across country with Ruffles and I. It is the only child whose age I have been able to keep up with as the years travel along and our friendship lasts through our lives.
My path with horses may have led me to the same place because I believe we are given more than one opportunity but I will tribute Ruffles this distinction for my life was led toward rewards from horses that I had only so far dreamed about. She had a long life and she will be missed. She left gently to go stay with heavenly horses.
Here she is as a 2 yr old when I bought her while at Texas A &M. This mare changed my life. Because of her sensitivities and my desire to get along with her she pushed me to seek out what is now called 'Natural Horsemanship ' but 30 years ago it was not labeled as such.
My friend while pregnant with her first child drove across country with Ruffles and I. It is the only child whose age I have been able to keep up with as the years travel along and our friendship lasts through our lives.
My path with horses may have led me to the same place because I believe we are given more than one opportunity but I will tribute Ruffles this distinction for my life was led toward rewards from horses that I had only so far dreamed about. She had a long life and she will be missed. She left gently to go stay with heavenly horses.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Spring
Winter has given way in Kentucky and all the bales of hay and buckets of feed I have been toting all winter have given me the pay off. The grass is greening and the horses are shedding and I start to see the gleam again that has been hidden in long hair, dirt, and mud. There is renewed energy in the hoofs as the horses flit and sprint across pastures, heads lifted and tails streaming. Ahh, it has all been worth it...
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Animernal Instinct
I pulled the puppies out from under the barn where the stray Mama had whelped them. I never realized she had so many! But they sure are cute and I was glad to see she had done her job... now that they were in the middle of the open barn in an open crate I started to worry...after darkness fell and everything was quiet as I went to bed I lay there and heard( or imagined!) tiny squeals. I got up 3 times to listen and each time the Mama was by the front door, and not with her puppies. I had visions of tiny morsels for coyotes, foxes, coons, possums, and lord knows what else. Finally, around midnight I made the trek to the barn, found a big box and brought them onto the porch. Of course they escaped as pups are wont to do, but they were safe and sound in the morning. Tonight I made up the rabbit hutch, so after awhile I will lock them up away from critters and varmints that might do them harm.
When I related my story to my sister, she coined the phrase, 'Animernal Instinct'.
(PS, this afternoon a couple of coyotes loped across the pasture).
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