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Friday, March 18, 2011

Feeling SpRiNgY!!

Today I decided that I would  move the rams from the back pasture, to a small pasture closer to the ewes; that way they will all be in the same general vicinity when we shear tomorrow...in theory this should make things go more smoothly tomorrow...in theory. This maneuver meant that I had to move the horses from their dry lot, out onto their pasture so that I could usher the rams across the dry lot to their new destination without any 'help', a.k.a. interference, from my equine friends. Now, keep in mind that the horses have been on the small dry lot for the past month. They were allowed out on the pasture most of the winter since the 150 feet of snow (slight exaggeration)  protected the ground underneath from the wear and tear of heavy horse hooves, but since the snow disappeared a month or so ago the horses were banished to the smaller lot until the grass comes in. Let's just say they were getting a little bored in the dry lot.
So, this is what happens when horses have a lot of pent up energy and you release it.





 Even 18-year-old Jake was feeling frisky....Yes, I know they are filthy, they have been mud-bathing to pay me back for keeping them off the pasture.
 Morgan wins the Chorus-line contest!

After I got the rams and horses situated I started taking pictures of some of the roosters. I want to put an ad on Craigslist to find new homes for some of them....heeeey.......do any of YOU, my dear friends, need a rooster? These guys aren't show birds, by any means, but they are nice boys.
I have a gorgeous Golden-Laced Wyandotte.

A nice Black Copper Maran (Marans lay REALLY dark brown eggs).

A handsome Blue Orpington.

A Blue Laced Red Wyandotte (Black variant) with a tail that is waay too long, but, so pretty,


AAAaand this creepy little Rhode Island Red.
His name is Gonzo. And he's a little weird. He follows me around everywhere...in a stalker sort of way. Every time I turn around he is inches from me, expressionlessly staring at me with his battle-scarred little featherless face.
Then he follows me all the way to the house, stopping in his tracks every time I turn to look at him, sizing me up the whole time, and then waits quietly on the porch...seriously, I don't know if he wants to kill me, or date me....
Wouldn't you like your very own stalker? Let me know.

7 comments:

Teresa said...

Those horses certainly do look like they were having fun!

Christine said...

LOL, that's just what I need, a stalker chicken. I've been looking everywhere for one, so glad you have one available.

Rose H (UK) said...

The horses are certainly having a great time!
Oh, how caould you get rid of poor Gonzo - he loves you and will pine, sob...

IsobelleGoLightly said...

Wee hooo! I like Morgan's bucks! My lady says those roosters are lovely....even Gonzo... Tee hee. We're locked into our small paddock for a time now too - due to the mud.

Kathy ~ Cackles and Berries said...

You crack me up! The horses pickers are terrific- what fun they are having. Of Course, I'm partial to the roosters and if I could, I would take every last one of them. I love roosters!!

rox said...

I just came to your blog and how can I not follow You ! with that cute pic on top ! then I scrolled down and saw the ST.patty day pics Lol !
those horese look like they are having a blast ☺
I am so glad I found your blog !

The Single Mama said...

I want a chicken stalker! Unfortunetly I not only live in the wrong state, my city bans rooster inside city limits...or I would build a coop in a heart beat for stalker rooster...and even let you chicken math me!

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