Lots of crazy

This week has been insane.  Normally things are pretty sedate around here… the biggest issue of the day is figuring out what to make for supper… seriously… it’s pretty low-key.  This week has been a bit of a departure.

First- there was rain which made mud which caused Woodrow to slip and “go off” in his front legs… I believe that he slid in the mud but honestly I didn’t see it happen so I can’t say for certain… but there was mud on him and skids in the paddock so it seems a safe assumption.  So while wrapping his legs I discovered that he’s continuing to clip himself so I slapped on a set of petal boots to help with that… the ones I bought for Lady… the ones that are PINK.  Woodrow was not amused… his stallion sensibilities were totally insulted!  Happily he is all well today.

Then- L has had a recurrent stray dog.  She has contacted the people that own it multiple times and this time when she called the number was disconnected and even with driving to where they said they lived she could find no one to take the dog back.  She does not have room at her house for another large dog so guess who has a new dog?  Yep… we’re suckers.  We named him Sully and it’s believed that he’s a Lab/Husky mix… he’s a wonderfully sweet dog and spends the bulk of his day sleeping at my feet.  The only draw back is that he cannot be turned out with the other dogs because he is a bit of a wanderer and also because his Lab-ness makes him want to pick up the roosters and geese… in his mouth.  He hasn’t tried to actually kill any of the poultry but we really feel that picking up the roosters and carrying them around is maybe not a great idea so he’s on leash at all times outside.

Then- We are having a bumper crop of pecans this year so M and the boys have been spending the afternoons picking up the multitudes of nuts all over the yard.  While searching near the bottom of the pecan tree Xander came across a small furry critter with giant eyes cowering into the shelter of a rock.  It was a roughly 7 week old Flying Squirrel that had either been booted out of its nest, fallen or somehow escaped being eaten (we have red tail hawks that nest in that same tree).  He was about to make a really quick snack for one of the farm cats so we made the decision to bring him in.  He has done exceedingly well and so we’ve named him Remi.  M has raised several orphaned squirrels over the years, we have a pic of her and her first squirrel Monk taken when she was about 11 years old I think.  I have also raised a few, most notably Iora.  Remi is our second flying squirrel and I must say I love the little guy’s personality.  Not quite as skitzy as regular grey squirrels and he definitely has a bit of a sense of humor as he really likes to play peep-eye after he’s eaten and thinks that pockets are the best thing ever created!

All 3 of the above things happened on the same day.

A couple days later I got a call from L saying that her mare had a rotational fall over her pasture fence and was unable to walk, had a wound to the knee and was really really not well.  So I hitched up a trailer and went off to help.  7 hours of effort, 2 horse trailers, 1 broken whip, and a gashed eye brow later… we got the mare on the trailer and to L’s uncle.  The mare really did a number on herself and there was some fear that she had punctured her knee tho it was finally decided that it was only a cut.  It was a bit emotional as this is L’s only horse and she and the mare have been through quite a lot over the past year.  L almost lost the mare in a freak pasture accident where the mare impaled herself on an 18″ piece of wood (it went through her chest and came out her neck) and then while helping the mare rehab, L had a freak accident catching her toe in the arena sand while pivoting which shattered her ankle.  So it’s been a rough year.

I don’t usually do any of the hauling because I always have J on hand but J’s work isn’t likely to find a friend’s horse being hurt as a good excuse to be late so I was on my own.  I ended up having to pull L’s barn’s gooseneck trailer instead of the little 2 horse.  I’ve never pulled a gooseneck before so that was… fun… not really.  It was such a comedy of errors.  First the mare wouldn’t go on the trailer, reared up and came down gashing open her eyebrow. Then I had to drop our trailer and pick up the gooseneck… only I’ve never actually hitched up a gooseneck… so… yeah.  I was pretty pleased that I got it in 4 attempts.  Then once we were finally on the road I discovered that I had dropped my wallet at the farm so I had no license and no money.  Then I discovered that L didn’t have a copy of coggins, and on top of that her coggins were expired, THEN I found out I had only 1 brake light, 1 turn signal, and 3 running lights on L’s trailer.  I had the worst stress induced migraine of my life… I could just see being stopped and going straight on to jail with that many things going against me!  (Note- I’m a goody goody about rules… I follow the speed limit, I stop at stop signs… you get the idea… so my stress level was pretty pegged out by the time I actually got home)

Happily the mare is doing ok and I made it home with my sanity barely intact.  Sully was happily sacked out on the couch sound asleep, but was eager to go out for a walk once I got home.  The kids handled being minimally watched by my aunt for 3 hours without killing each other or destroying the house.  Remi did not die from lack of food (thank God… I would’ve been so upset!) and other than a mountain of dishes in the sink, a pile of laundry that never got done and a stack of school work that needed sorting… it all worked out ok.

Today it’s on and off raining/storming so my plans for today have been foiled.  I’m really proud of my children and had planned to take them to the apple orchard today for a picnic and some apple picking but since the weather has tanked I think that we will just have to have that picnic on the living room floor instead.

Now… what to have for supper???

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