Monday, November 23, 2009

I Want to Be Saying This When I'm 70!

My greatest blessing is that I still play with horses. When I was down with the flu I was flooded with awareness of my own mortality. In 13 short years I'll be 70. Just the time I've been working at my current job as a school social worker. I'm grateful for each day I get to "play with horses" and think 13 more years plus a few is not too long to continue this joy.

I love this picture of Red. I actually snuck up on him and his cute head
popped up with total surprise to see mom.

He immediately headed toward me, happy to get to come in and get attention.
Once, he hated to be futzed with, now he can't get enough.

Lyra and her friend Ty were hanging out in one of the redwood groves that serves as a barn for the general pasture herd. Lyra is more hesitant about leaving, still, but willingly heads towards me.

Not fast enough for Red Horse.

He loves to lead the way back to the Redwood Barn.

Lena gets mentioned here - she wins the stubborn, bull headed dog award. While I was sick she broke out of the back yard no less than TWELVE times. Broke my new gate, then dug through the wood when I fixed the latch. Bad Dog!

I'm paying close attention to Red and Lyra's water intake. The colder weather sure makes a difference in their thirst. This is still a high risk time for colic. Think I'm going to start putting salt in their Nutrena Safe Choice.

Did I mention mud?

It sure is great to be well, have my full energy back,
and once again be able to enjoy my very full life.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Sunday Stills Challenge: Horses

Horses!!!!!!! My Greatest Joy!
Here are photos of some of my friends.
Lyra and Red are my own little herd of two.

Lyra, 23 year old TB

Lyra gives kisses for carrots.

Lettie - 20 year old paint

Wanda (the queen of the world) 27 year old TB



Quincy - my friend.

Rickie, one of the general pasture herd.

Red, 17 year old quarter horse and Steamer, mustang.

Red, Steamer, and Rickie's tail.

My sweetie, Red Tee Bar.

Dolly, 18 year old medicine hat paint.

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Monday, November 16, 2009

Sure Hope That Was the Swine Flu . . .

. . . because it was just nasty and took me out for a solid two weeks. November is half gone and I'm just getting back on my feet. Today my lungs are clear, I have more than two brain cells to rub together, and I am so grateful to have recovered from a tough two weeks. Red and Lyra are VERY happy that we have returned to our regular schedule. I'm keeping Lyra out of the general pasture this week. She is very unhappily residing in our round pen so she can eat twice a day and gain some of the weight she lost when I was unable to get out of bed.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Skywatch Friday - Season 4 Episode 18

Skywatch Friday: A Clear Fall Day

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

For All You Have Sacrificed, Thank You


Shortly after the verses here following were received from France by the American Red Star Animal Relief, Lieutenant Fleming fell in action. His voice, coming to us as from a plane of life where dumb creatures do not suffer, is a call to civilization to do its duty by the animals whose kind were silent heroes of the war.

WHEN the shells are bursting round,
Making craters in the ground,
And the rifle fire's something awful cruel,
When you 'ear them in the night
(My Gawd! it makes you fight!)
An' yer thinks of them poor souls agoing 'ome,
When you 'ear the Sergeant shout
"Get y 'r respirators out,"
Then you looks and sees a cloud of something white.

The gas is coming on
An' yer knows before it's gone
That the 'orse wots with you now won't be by then;
Yer loves him like yer wife
An' yer wants to save 'is life,
But there ain't no respirators, not for them.
I was standing by 'is side
On the night my old 'orse died,
An' I shan't forget 'is looks towards the last.
'E is choking mighty bad,
An' is eyes was looking mad,
An' I seed that--'e--was dying--dying fast.

An' I want to tell yer 'ow
It's the 'orses gets us through,
For they strains their blooming 'earts out when they're pressed.
We was galloping like 'ell
When a bullet 'its old Bill,
I c'd see the blood a-streaming down 'is face,
It 'ad got 'im in the 'ead,
But 'e stuck to it and led
Till we comes to ''Action right,''
An' then 'e fell.

I 'adn't time to choose
I 'ad to cut 'im loose,
For 'e'd done all 'e c'd afore a gun.
When I looks at 'im again
'E was out of all 'is pain,
An' I 'opes 'is soul will rest for wot 'e done.
If it 'adn't been for Bill
We should all 'ave been in 'ell,
For we only got in action just in time.
Ain't it once occurred to you
Wot the 'orses there go through?
They 'elps to win our fight an' does it fine.

When 'is blood is flowing 'ot
From a wound what 'e's just got
An' 'is breath is coming 'ard an' short an' thin.
'E can see the men about,
Getting water dealed out,
But not a drop is brought to comfort 'im;
Tho 'is tongue is parched and dry,
'E can see the water by,
But 'is wounds are left to bleed,
An' 'e can't tell us 'is need,
So 'e's just got to bear 'is pain--an' think.

There are 'eroes big and small,
But the biggest of them all
Is the 'orse wot lays a--dying on the ground.
'E doesn't cause no wars,
An' 'e's only fighting yours,
An' 'e gives 'is life for you without a sound.
'E doesn't get no pay,
Just some oats, and p'r'aps some hay;
If 'e's killed, no one thinks a bit of 'im
"E's just as brave an' good
As any men wot ever stood,
But there's mighty little though or 'elp for 'im.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Sunday Stills: Halloween

My Greatest Familar

His name was Red. He was an amazing presence in my life.

It has been several years since his passing. I still miss him very, very much.

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