It Takes a Village
In light of celebrating Thanksgiving in a couple of days I was thinking about how many people Jason and I rely on to run the farm. As with most things in life it really does take a village. We are lucky to have attracted a group of the best clients the horse industry has ever seen. It is a real luxury to be able to tell one of our horse moms or dads that Dobbin needs “X” and know that it will be provided, no questions asked. The other obvious people that we would be completely lost without is our amazing team of vets and farriers. They are so valuable to us it would be impossible to put it into words.
There are lots of other people that we would be really lost without as well. When you have well over 100 blankets to clean and repair every year suddenly the person who agrees to take on the task of washing and repairing said blankets is your new BFF. We are so lucky to have a fabulous feed store to work with. Our feed deliveries always show up on time as promised. I’ve also learned to really appreciate SmarkPaks. I cannot imagine having to open and scoop from a bazillion supplement buckets every day. We would be lost without our equine dentist. I think Jason would feel that life wasn’t worth living without our gravel guy. These are just a few of the crucial people that keep us running.
It absolutely, positively takes a village and a mountain of supplies to keep the wheels turning here. I’m grateful to have so many good people on our team. And I’m ever so grateful to the inventors of vetwrap, duct tape and baling twine. I can provide at least a temporary fix to 90% of the things that go wrong around here with vetwrap, duct tape and baling twine. How did people ever manage to run farms without them?
Apollo watching Hemi splash in the puddle
Walden, Merlin and Fabrizzio
Africa and Mick
Taco and Dutch
Faune, Donneur and Lofty
Stormy and Rubrico
River anxiously waiting to be fed
Maisie using the tree branch as a scratching post
Levendi, Moe, Apollo, Hemi and Thomas thought there was something scary in their pasture