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Jul. 7th, 2005 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancinghorseFirst of all, prayers for those who suffered injury or death in London today. It's a sad and ugly thing. And while we're at it, prayers also for those in Israel and Palestine and Iraq who face this possibility every day.
I'm sitting here with cool, damp air blowing in (45-degree drop from midafternoon), smell of rain in the desert, and lightning playing all around, with thunder rolling overhead. It's not officially the monsoon yet, the dewpoints at the official station aren't high enough, but this is monsoon weather. We had a squall before sundown that shredded the tarp on the goat's shelter and let me know the paddock shelter won't last much longer (the steel frames last forever but the tarps manage 18 months max). We're in crowded quarters with extra horses here (two are leaving, I hope, this weekend), so it's a balancing act to make sure they all have shelter.
(Crikey. It's a toad-strangler. Paddock shelter is still, please god, up--that's keed and Capria's shelter for the night. Goat has a temporary tarp that isn't much but it's something.)
It's been a very long day. Up at 4:20 to feed an early, partial horse breakfast and do cleaning and barn chores before Pooka's chariot arrived, driven by Curt the Wonder Shoer, to take him in to be collected for Ember at 6 a.m. Curt was coming to shoe horses anyway, and he hauls horses for part of his living, so it worked out well.
Again, da Pook demonstrated that he has the mojo. As we came in sight, in a trailer she had never seen in her life before, Ember started dancing and screaming. She, like Pandora, was totally ignoring the numerous stallions at this busy breeding clinic and focusing on Her Man. She was clear on the concept of AI this time, too, unlike last time when confusion reigned.
We were back home by 8, with a Very mellow and cheerful Pook, who wanted to know if we can do this every morning. Curt went to work shoeing horses, and I fed them the rest of their breakfast, then sort of slid sideways for much of the day.
Tomorrow needs to be a quiet day. No excursions. No alarums. We'll be dealing with Mud and Water, I can see, but that's OK. It's the time of year. This weekend, two mares should leave and Ember should arrive for a month--she's clear to go as soon as she goes out of heat.
And, yes, writing is happening. In spite of everything.
Which reminds me, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
valancy, I have an article up at Reflection's Edge this month. Was fun to write and educational to edit, and I hope you enjoy it.
I'm sitting here with cool, damp air blowing in (45-degree drop from midafternoon), smell of rain in the desert, and lightning playing all around, with thunder rolling overhead. It's not officially the monsoon yet, the dewpoints at the official station aren't high enough, but this is monsoon weather. We had a squall before sundown that shredded the tarp on the goat's shelter and let me know the paddock shelter won't last much longer (the steel frames last forever but the tarps manage 18 months max). We're in crowded quarters with extra horses here (two are leaving, I hope, this weekend), so it's a balancing act to make sure they all have shelter.
(Crikey. It's a toad-strangler. Paddock shelter is still, please god, up--that's keed and Capria's shelter for the night. Goat has a temporary tarp that isn't much but it's something.)
It's been a very long day. Up at 4:20 to feed an early, partial horse breakfast and do cleaning and barn chores before Pooka's chariot arrived, driven by Curt the Wonder Shoer, to take him in to be collected for Ember at 6 a.m. Curt was coming to shoe horses anyway, and he hauls horses for part of his living, so it worked out well.
Again, da Pook demonstrated that he has the mojo. As we came in sight, in a trailer she had never seen in her life before, Ember started dancing and screaming. She, like Pandora, was totally ignoring the numerous stallions at this busy breeding clinic and focusing on Her Man. She was clear on the concept of AI this time, too, unlike last time when confusion reigned.
We were back home by 8, with a Very mellow and cheerful Pook, who wanted to know if we can do this every morning. Curt went to work shoeing horses, and I fed them the rest of their breakfast, then sort of slid sideways for much of the day.
Tomorrow needs to be a quiet day. No excursions. No alarums. We'll be dealing with Mud and Water, I can see, but that's OK. It's the time of year. This weekend, two mares should leave and Ember should arrive for a month--she's clear to go as soon as she goes out of heat.
And, yes, writing is happening. In spite of everything.
Which reminds me, thanks to
valancy, I have an article up at Reflection's Edge this month. Was fun to write and educational to edit, and I hope you enjoy it.
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Date: 2005-07-07 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-08 07:21 am (UTC)---L.
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Date: 2005-07-08 08:58 am (UTC)I am in awe of Da Pook's mojo, and hope you have many pregnant mares soon. Have you heard from any of the mail order AI customers?
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Date: 2005-07-08 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-08 01:25 pm (UTC)---L.