Thursday, March 14, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
... With a Cherry on Top!
Right when you think it is safe to come outside:
On Monday night, about 6:46 p.m., KC slammed me into the parked tractor in the aisle, at high speed. I am sore, stiff and a hurting pup.
Yesterday it snowed, sleeted and rained, off and on, all day. Everything is a soft, sopping wet messy mess.
Tonight, at last call, I walk out into the pasture with an armload of hay. The boys are behind me, squabbling over who will pluck it out of my hands.
The pasture is 'soft' and my Muck boots are sinking in, as they are pushing and shoving each other. 'Someone' bumped me from behind and being weak and sore, I fell, face first, onto the wet ground, my toes imbedded in the mud.
I had mud on my knees, and hay in my mouth, hair, eyes, coat. I am FURIOUS!
I'm already in serious pain from Monday night's mishap. This is truly the definition of adding insult to injury. These guys are FERAL!
NEW RULES**** I don't go out into the pasture, or handle either of them without my fiberglass 'handistick.' Don't care who doesn't like it, someone is getting whacked first, questioned later. I need my 24 inches of space, and they both had better respect that, or get WHACKed!
Game On!
On Monday night, about 6:46 p.m., KC slammed me into the parked tractor in the aisle, at high speed. I am sore, stiff and a hurting pup.
Yesterday it snowed, sleeted and rained, off and on, all day. Everything is a soft, sopping wet messy mess.
Tonight, at last call, I walk out into the pasture with an armload of hay. The boys are behind me, squabbling over who will pluck it out of my hands.
The pasture is 'soft' and my Muck boots are sinking in, as they are pushing and shoving each other. 'Someone' bumped me from behind and being weak and sore, I fell, face first, onto the wet ground, my toes imbedded in the mud.
I had mud on my knees, and hay in my mouth, hair, eyes, coat. I am FURIOUS!
I'm already in serious pain from Monday night's mishap. This is truly the definition of adding insult to injury. These guys are FERAL!
NEW RULES**** I don't go out into the pasture, or handle either of them without my fiberglass 'handistick.' Don't care who doesn't like it, someone is getting whacked first, questioned later. I need my 24 inches of space, and they both had better respect that, or get WHACKed!
Game On!
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Crash and Burn
I did a really dumb thing last night. Fast forward: I hurt myself with KC's assistance.
I was only going to feed them quickly, get back in the house to make dinner. That wasn’t what happened.
While they were eating their grain, I busied myself with cleaning the aisle, Skip’s stall, moved on to KC’s stall. I had the muck bucket in the doorway of KC's, he finished eating, munched some hay off the floor and then walked out into the aisle. This is rare for him.
I paid no mind to him, going quickly about my chores. He walked over to Skip’s stall to help clean up any fallen grain. I finished up and let Skip out into the pasture, left the gate open.
KC had moved on, too, at the other end of the barn, licking the feed bowls. While walking down the aisle towards him, ‘something’ spooked him. I don’t know if it was traffic/headlights, deer on the other side, or what. Won’t ever know.
He spooked at ‘something’ and ran into the barn, down the aisle (this took less than a second in real life) and hit me squarely with his shoulder at high speed. I was literally lifted off my feet, flying through the air before I abruptly hit the tractor’s rear tire and fender. And he was gone, through the barn.
Skip, hearing the commotion came back into the dry paddock, and worked his way around to the barn aisle to steal the mini’s hay out of the net. I tried to get on my feet as quickly as I could, but this was difficult. I did not have my phone with me.
I tried to climb into the tractor’s seat, but couldn’t get that done. KC was now in Skip’s stall, cleaning up fallen grain; Skip was still eating hay in the aisle. I could not muster the strength to get them into the pasture.
By the time I got to the middle of the parking lot, he managed to notice me, came out to help me into the house. I could stand, but barely walk. I was afraid to try to sit. Obviously my spine was not broken, but I wondered if I might have Kidney damage. He wanted to take me to the emergency room, but I declined.
This was like getting hit by an NFL lineman, if he could run 25 mph, hitting me full-force. I believe I escaped more serious injury because I had on two shirts: a long-sleeved t-shirt and a polartek shirt from Lands' End, plus a Carhhardt shearling-lined jacket and a down-filled parka. Could have been worse, could have been better.
Blunt-force trauma to the left lower back. I imagined a big tire imprint on my back, put an Ice pack on it and took two Advils with a large bottle of water. The rest of the evening I could not get up. I also could not eat, I’m sure that was the ‘shock’ talking.
He reluctantly did my barn chores, letting me know I’ve been doing this and that all wrong. At 10:00 I went out for last call, and throwing hay was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.
This morning I was able to get out of bed, but unable to walk the dogs. I really cannot handle them right now, together or separately. I’m feeling better every single minute.
I’m feeling much better now, but don’t know if I can lift a water bucket tonight.
I was only going to feed them quickly, get back in the house to make dinner. That wasn’t what happened.
While they were eating their grain, I busied myself with cleaning the aisle, Skip’s stall, moved on to KC’s stall. I had the muck bucket in the doorway of KC's, he finished eating, munched some hay off the floor and then walked out into the aisle. This is rare for him.
I paid no mind to him, going quickly about my chores. He walked over to Skip’s stall to help clean up any fallen grain. I finished up and let Skip out into the pasture, left the gate open.
KC had moved on, too, at the other end of the barn, licking the feed bowls. While walking down the aisle towards him, ‘something’ spooked him. I don’t know if it was traffic/headlights, deer on the other side, or what. Won’t ever know.
He spooked at ‘something’ and ran into the barn, down the aisle (this took less than a second in real life) and hit me squarely with his shoulder at high speed. I was literally lifted off my feet, flying through the air before I abruptly hit the tractor’s rear tire and fender. And he was gone, through the barn.
Skip, hearing the commotion came back into the dry paddock, and worked his way around to the barn aisle to steal the mini’s hay out of the net. I tried to get on my feet as quickly as I could, but this was difficult. I did not have my phone with me.
I tried to climb into the tractor’s seat, but couldn’t get that done. KC was now in Skip’s stall, cleaning up fallen grain; Skip was still eating hay in the aisle. I could not muster the strength to get them into the pasture.
By the time I got to the middle of the parking lot, he managed to notice me, came out to help me into the house. I could stand, but barely walk. I was afraid to try to sit. Obviously my spine was not broken, but I wondered if I might have Kidney damage. He wanted to take me to the emergency room, but I declined.
This was like getting hit by an NFL lineman, if he could run 25 mph, hitting me full-force. I believe I escaped more serious injury because I had on two shirts: a long-sleeved t-shirt and a polartek shirt from Lands' End, plus a Carhhardt shearling-lined jacket and a down-filled parka. Could have been worse, could have been better.
Blunt-force trauma to the left lower back. I imagined a big tire imprint on my back, put an Ice pack on it and took two Advils with a large bottle of water. The rest of the evening I could not get up. I also could not eat, I’m sure that was the ‘shock’ talking.
He reluctantly did my barn chores, letting me know I’ve been doing this and that all wrong. At 10:00 I went out for last call, and throwing hay was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.
This morning I was able to get out of bed, but unable to walk the dogs. I really cannot handle them right now, together or separately. I’m feeling better every single minute.
I’m feeling much better now, but don’t know if I can lift a water bucket tonight.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
First Weekend in March - Wrap-Up
We spent most of our 'spare' time working on the basement rehabilitation project. It is really coming along.
The weather outside is brutal. What was supposed to be 40s turned into 30s with a serious wind chill, along with snow flurries, off and all throughout both Saturday and Sunday. We opted not to ride.
We got some painting done, housekeeping chores, manure spread and like that.
Sunday evening they wanted IN! Getting down to the mid-20s, with 14 mph breeze equals too cold for my liking. They stayed in.
The weather outside is brutal. What was supposed to be 40s turned into 30s with a serious wind chill, along with snow flurries, off and all throughout both Saturday and Sunday. We opted not to ride.
We got some painting done, housekeeping chores, manure spread and like that.
Sunday evening they wanted IN! Getting down to the mid-20s, with 14 mph breeze equals too cold for my liking. They stayed in.
Friday, March 1, 2013
3*1*13
March showed up bright and sunny, blustery and cold. Typical.
Starting Meteorological Spring, ten days until Daylight Savings Time, twenty days until Astronomical Spring.
Starting Meteorological Spring, ten days until Daylight Savings Time, twenty days until Astronomical Spring.
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