Mission Impossible and Other Happenings
I don’t know why, but I decided that today would be a good day to start one of those projects that you never really have time for. The project this time is cleaning out the barn. This is one of those huge tasks where everything gets a lot worse before it gets better and it takes forever. Everything winds up in the barn. Whenever Jason or my Dad need something to find a home they just put it in the aisle of the barn. Or when Jason doesn’t feel like putting things back in the equipment shed or wherever they belong he just . . . leaves it in the aisle of the barn. This drives me insane. I end up sticking this stuff somewhere and eventually I end up with an overflowing barn that is full of not only the myriad of supplies needed to care for all of the horses but also everyone else’s junk as well.
Thus the painful process of cleaning, sorting, throwing out and rearranging began this afternoon and continued on until almost 8:30pm. When my dad came driving up to the barn as I was only about an hour into the process he made the comment “I see you’ve started Mission Impossible here.” I would say that is a very appropriate description. The barn aisle looked like a tornado had gone through it. It still does. The good news is that once I finally start a project like this I stay on it until it is done. My grand plans for tomorrow include picking up where I left off and tackling my tack room, the office and the feed room in the barn as well as sweeping out the hay loft. I should sleep really well tomorrow night.
The goats were fascinated by the mess I was creating in the barn
As I mentioned in my previous post about this, I think the reason I have 100% success with this approach is the feedbags. The horses can’t walk away from their food to go eat hay or graze, they can’t walk away from the food period, they just have to eat it. I think my other advantage is every horse on the farm is fed soaked feed every day anyway, so they are used to wet feed. As we all know supplements (and wormer!) stick better to wet feed. I also add a tiny bit of dried molasses as well, sprinkled right on the paste wormer, and then I mix.
Feed laced with paste wormer; my next step is to sprinkle just a little bit of dried molasses onto the wormer and then mix. Everyone gobbled it up.
My other interesting experiment of the week involved Fritos. I was randomly munching on a bag of Fritos as I was destroying the barn today. I needed to go around to the pastures to scrub and fill water troughs so I carried my little bag of Fritos along with me. The big boys came up to their trough as I was scrubbing away and while I was waiting for it to fill back up I offered them some of my Fritos. I had a variety of responses.
Elfin: Are you trying to poison me!!???
Apollo: He took two in his mouth, crunched on them, and then spit them out.
Ivan: Happily ate his first two fritos but then didn’t want the next ones I offered to him.
Chance: If his nose could have fit into the bag he would have happily shoved it in there to eat them all.
Dustin: That was good, got anymore of those?
Leo: He ate his handful of Fritos so fast I don’t know if he actually tasted them.
I’m off to go tuck in the World’s Cutest Fainting Goats and to rest up for the completion (hopefully) of Mission Impossible tomorrow.
Homer and Ivan; Homer is a retired show hunter and Ivan a retired Grand Prix jumper. I’ve actually ridden Ivan a few times and he was lovely to ride. Really light in the bridle, naturally very light on his forehand and very soft and responsive to the aids.