I have been hesitant to put the "Bigs" and the "Littles"
together in the same pasture to graze...
fearing for the safety of my tiny horses.
That is until the other day, when I took the Bigs
to the upper pasture and heard the cries of
the Littles as I led their friends away.
What I hadn't realize was that even though
they were always separated by a fence,
these four equines considered themselves a herd...
So, yesterday I decided to try a joint turn-out.
I opened the gate to the front pasture....
and out went the Bigs.
Then I opened the gate from the Littles
into the same pasture and let them out.
A few minutes of running...
by peaceful grazing,
and a little up close and personal discourse...
Oakley stayed close by to supervise....
Now I wonder why I waited so long to put them together
and witness their obvious camaraderie.
I get a lot of questions about what type of equines the Bigs and Littles are. The Littles are actually horses. They are miniature horses. The Bigs are actually ponies. Donnie Brascoe is a Shetland type pony and Moonbeam (the largest) is a Haflinger. Haflingers are the smallest of the draft horses and are considered to be ponies. Moonbeam stands tall enough to qualify as horse-sized, however. So...the Littles are horses and the Bigs are ponies.....a bit confusing, huh?
Why is it that the mayhem always occurs on the weekend?
I was hoping for a relatively calm weekend...
spent in the garden, happily weeding my vegetable boxes.
I must admit,
I did get the weeding done.
Thanks to Hubbs.
Hubbs took care of afternoon chores each day
so that I could concentrate on the gardening.
Unfortunately, though, while I was peacefully gardening...
Hubbs was brutally attacked and beaten
Hank, the aggressive, menacing, flogging rooster.
Now, if you have been following the saga of Hank,
you will remember that several weeks ago I was ready to
turn Hank into stew.
Hubbs wanted to try to rehabilitate Hank.
(Enter the super-soaker...negative reinforcement for bad behavior)
Hubbs was convinced we could turn Hank
into a farm-friendly rooster.
Hubbs held onto that notion.
Until Friday afternoon.
I was peacefully gardening.
Hubbs was gathering eggs.
Before he knew what hit him,
he was bleeding profusely.
Hank had run in from the field....
into the chicken pen....
into the chicken house....
and flogged Hubbs...
Not thinking, but reacting out of instinct,
Hubbs gave Hank a swift kick and sent
Off, into the field ran Hank...
out of sight.
That night, Hank did not return to the barn,
as was his custom.
Hubbs was overwrought with guilt and remorse,
fearing that his kick had broken a rib, punctured a lung,
and sent Hank into the woods to die a slow and painful death.
The next morning, however......
Hank came happily out of the henhouse
(he never sleeps there....always alone in the barn)
and sang his usual cock-a-doodle-doo.
I laughed, hysterically...
and called Hubbs....to ease his pain.
"Hank lives," I said.
Not for long, we agreed.
With a summer full of farm tours,
(several groups of children)
we cannot have an attack rooster on the premises.
Unfortunately, Hank's reputation preceded him...
making him un-adoptable.
We had only one choice.....
an honorable death for Hank.
Hank was a warrior who lived by the sword.
It was only fitting that he should die by the sword, too.
(in the form of a painless lethal injection of barbiturate)
Good bye, Hank.
We will miss you...
PS....There is a principle that we try to live by, here on the farm. It is best described with the Sanskrit word...Ahimsa... the principle of refraining from harming any living thing. We tried our best with Hank.
Many advised us to cook him. Somehow, we just couldn't bring ourselves to do that. It seemed that euthanasia was the kindest solution. Although we are glad to be rid of this menace, we do feel some remorse.
I always find it amazing that I can do just about anything
with the Bigs and do it by myself. But when it comes to the
Littles....well that is another story.
Tasks like trimming hooves
and clipping require a small army.
It seems they always know when something unusual is
going to happen. They respond by running as
far away as possible.
"Come on Ollie...let's make a break for it...
here she comes with the halter and lead rope!"
I decided it was time to clip Red this past weekend.
He just has not shed out his baby hair.
And with the impending hot weather,
he would be very uncomfortable.
So, with a bit of neighborly help....
(Jim and Kathy, our closest neighbors
and daughter Jenn)
I gave Red his summer hairdo.
Look how sleek Ollie looks with his haircut, too!
Hang, on Red....just a little more off the front
Until now, I though Red was a bit obese. Getting clipped has
made him look almost svelte!
Oh, and just to let you know how tiny these fellows are....
Ollie stands a mere 29 inches at the withers.
I call him my "micro mini!"
Beautiful weather this weekend enabled us to get a lot of outdoor projects completed.
One of these was to place bird netting over all of our 106 blueberry bushes and the strawberry patch.
Our 100 young blueberry bushes are loaded with fruit this year.
This will be the first summer for a significant harvest from these bushes.
In the past, our 6 older bushes have had tremendous yield.
Two summers ago I was able to preserve 200 jars of blueberry lime jam from these bushes.
Here is my help for the project.
Jenn with baby on board and Oakely.
Obviously, Oakley is not much help.
He's only there to offer moral support.
Ok, what happened to the help?
Looking back....Haiti: This youtube video was made by the video crew that accompanied our Haiti trip. It is a preview of a full length documentary that they are producing. It will give you a better glimpse at our experience there last month. Please turn on your sound. Select 480p for the highest viewing quality that's located to the right of the volume control at the bottom of the video. The default is 320p.