Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Wednesday

Won't be too much of an entry tonight. Thunder is booming and the wind is blowing. Besides my knee hurts really bad. Don't know what I did but its yelling at me and sitting in a chair does not help it. Wish I knew what I did because I sure as heck would not do it again.

Bob went and worked Blondie today. She is getting better every day. He is working her with a pole now so he can stay out of reach of those hind feet. That white flag pops her every time she whales at it and its getting better. Rebecca wanted to work with Target. Bob showed her some things and she did that and was so proud of herself. I think she is about 12. Target is gentle and has never offered to kick or bite. Bobs leg has not turned purple like I thought it was goine to. Its still tender but he will recover.

Bob goes back to work tomorrow. He likes being home but we like the paycheck too. He works five days and then five off. He is job sharing and this gives each of them 2 long weekends a month.

Remember: Withing every advesity lies a slumbering possibility. Robert H. Schuller

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Thankful Tuesday

Today, I am thankful for the pasture we found that was belly deep to the cows that we can get very reasonable for the next three months. That will keep us from haveing to start feeding hay soon. I am thankful for the cattle too. We manage to sell enough beef to do the extra things we want to do.
Our neighbors that came and hauled one load for us so we did not have to make two trips. Good friends and neighbors are a blessing.

Our truck and trailer getting ready to load. This is primarily our horse trailer but we use in for cattle too. Bob is out washing it out at this moment. We love our trailer and it was worth going to Colorado to get. We bought it off e bay believe it or not.
So, I am thankful for the pasture and the cows today. They allow us our mustang habit without pinching pennies so much.
Speaking of mustangs, Bob went and worked Blondie this afternoon. We ran out of time to go back this evening. She was a little calmer today he said. He is working her with the pole so he can stay out of range of those hind feet until she calms down. She took a swipe at the pole and got spanked. She looked at him like Oh dear it kicked me back. She will learn to keep her feet under her.
Those who read blogs know that Andrea's (Mustang Saga) sister is fighting breast cancer and today was her first chemo. Keep her (Amy) in your prayers. Their whole family too.
Remember: Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe. It is not enough that a thing be possible for it to be believed. Voltaire


Monday, August 10, 2009

Monday

I just love the grain fields this time of the year. Curt will start harvesting the end of the week. I think of the words of the song America - Oh beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain.
This was "THE evening working with untrained, ungentled (sort of) horses. Target did wonderful. Blondie was jerking me around pretty good. She was really being naughty. So, we traded horses again. He was afraid I would get hurt. Well, he was trying to turn her to her bad side and she whirled and nailed him in both legs with her hind feet. He got out of her way so he really didn't get hurt, he will be black and blue tomorrow. She got worked hard for another hour until her attitude changed. She was really bad today, would not look at you, kept swinging her butt at you. Any way Bob will go over in the morning and work her again. Then we will go later and I will work Target. He will work Blondie again.
Bob went and got the facia stuff to finish the house. I am so excited for it to be really truely done. And tomorrow besides working horses the cows/calves get moved to a pasture up by Newport till October.
Remember: Do what you can with what you have, where you are. Theodore Roosevelt
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Sunday, August 9, 2009

Sunday.

No pictures today. This was branding and banding day. The cows and calves are going off to pasture up by Newport for a couple of months. They will be running with other cow calf pairs and the calves had not been branded. The little bull calves needed banding. All were bull calves but one. Tom and our grandson Joel and their families came out to help. The boys helped alot. They did not like the branding but I don't either. The smell gets to me. So, they are all branded and the boys are banded.

Poor Heather, city girl grandaughter in law, she was horrified. Grandma - does it hurt? Well yes it hurts. The banding does not hurt at the time but it can't feel so good later. She was ready to throw up. I told her to go to the house if it bothered her but I had to stay to help. Bless her heart, she stuck it out watching from outside the fence.

Our little great grandaughter Lilianna called the chickens "cookers". Cracked us up. She wanted to play with them but they are not toys and would not have liked it. So the Cookers were safe from an imp with pony tails out each side of her head.

Nothing much about horses today. Today was a cow day.

Remember: A sweet old lady stays active all her life. A grumpy old grouch sits and rocks. Anonymous

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Saturday, August 8th.

I took this picture this evening in our front yard. The setting sun was very red. So pretty. I liked that picture. We have such beautiful sunsets.
My sweet Skeeter. When Bob got up he sneaked into his warm spot and slept with me. He loves being under the covers when it is cooler out. In fact, Bob has to moved him almost every night when he comes to bed. Such a character.



When we went to work horses this evening, I took pictures of Terri's flowers. She has so many beautiful ones. I loved this sunflower picture. They always make me feel like they are smiling.
We had good luck with the horses this evening. We traded horses and I worked with Blondie. He had not been able to get a halter on her but I did. Neener neener, lol. She really does not like her faced touched so I spent most of the hour just rubbing her face and talking to her. I did earlier today get a rope loo0ped over her nose so had some control but when it came time and I had rubbed her all over with with it, she let me put it on her. She didn't like it but she let me. Then we worked on leading and rubbing and leading and rubbing. Bob was going to saddle Target but Carstens were not home and we did not take a saddle pad so she just got bumped with it and let smell it. Maybe Monday we will. Or tomorrow if we go then. It feels so good when we can gain their confidence like we are.
Remember: If you judge people, you have no time to love them. Mother Theresa


Friday, August 7, 2009

Friday

It only got to 72 today. A relief to say the least. However, I hope that summer is not over.

This was a sad day. Our son Tom lost his little ShitZu dog Killer. She greeted him when he got home from work about four and he went out to do something and found her laying in the yard. She was gasping for air and died in his arms. He brought her out here to bury her under our maple tree with Tory my first poodle that lived to 19, Shane my first Shitzu, my sweet Sophie-the Shitzu I lost last winter. Sophie and Killer were from the same litter and we got her for Tom for Christmas 12 years ago. He was embarrassed because he was crying and I told him his dad and I cried over Sophie for a week.

It is spitting rain this evening and there was thunder bouncing around so we did not go and work with Target and Blondie. Maybe tomorrow. Well I know tomorrow. We are getting paid for it.

We went in to Big R and got some things today and Bob went to his friend Don's home and we borrowed several ice chests so with ours he can deliver meat to the coast next weekend. Don and Shirley's son Darren got home this morning from Iraq. Welcome home Darren and thank you.

I was looking thru the books in the bookshelf this morning and I found a book given to my grandfather George Foreman by my Great Aunt and Uncle, Nellie and Jack Dierke for Christmas in 1912. That will go to my cedar chest instead of the book shelf. What a treasure it is.

Remember: Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not. Samuel Johnson