The horses gave up almost any pretenses of eating hay in the pasture about three weeks ago. As it always seems to happen every year, one day they were still eating measurable amounts of hay and then the next day they weren't. Their hay consumption had been gradually declining before it came to an abrupt halt.
Thus the last round of hay we had put out has been sitting in the hay feeders doing nothing but getting rained on for two to three weeks. Jason spent the last couple of days on the tractor removing the hay feeders and cleaning up around them. Once he removes the hay feeders he uses the bucket of the tractor to push all of the old hay in the feeders, as well as the manure that accumulated around the feeders, into compost piles. We'll leave the piles to compost for several months and then spread them for fertilizer.
Jason left one feeder with a fresh bale of hay in each pasture just in case someone decides they want to eat hay. However he fully expects to be adding that hay to the compost piles in a couple of weeks.
In his downtime Jason has made it his mission in life to find the most basic diesel truck he can that is available for purchase. You will recall our truck's latest annoying but not serious issue was the window that refused to go up all day long . . . and then randomly decided to go up at the end of the day. Apparently the truck heard us debating the pros and cons of clear plastic vs. a black trash bag to cover the window and cared for neither option.
Anyway, Jason sends me links to diesel trucks that don't even have automatic windows. I'm going to make a confession here. I didn't realize it was still possible to buy a vehicle with windows that you manually roll up and down. I've never owned one in my lifetime. Apparently there is a high probability of that changing. Maybe Jason is just "window shopping" (gosh I crack myself up) to make himself feel better.
Jason making a compost pile
Slinky leading the way (at 40 years young) followed by Duesy
Lightning, Lucky, Remmy and Hesse
Fabrizzio and Walden
Chance and Tony
Leo and Homer
Elfin and Trigger
The World's Cutest Fainting Goats; Miss Lyle on the dogloo, Mina on the bucket, and Jo in front
Duesy, O'Reilly and Merlin
Largo and Stormy in the front, Donovan and Clayton in the back
Jason and I are continuing on with our spring them of doing all the things. In the last two days we've spent a day with the dentist, a day with the farrier, de-wormed all of the horses and spread fertilizer. I think I could sum things up by saying we are tired, and if we could both shake whatever freakishly stubborn cold we have now had for almost three weeks we would probably be less tired. We're in that phase where we're not sick but we're not well either. So I guess we are swell, sick and well?
I will give all of the horses credit. They did their best to make yesterday and today go as well as they could have. The horses that had their teeth floated by the dentist couldn't have been any better, and the same for all of the horses that saw the farrier today. For the most part they were all cooperative about the de-worming as well.
The only thing they made more complicated, of all things, was spreading fertilizer. Jason was spreading in the Big Boys' field this afternoon and I constantly heard the horn on the tractor beeping. I finally took a break from working to see what the problem was and none of the horses would get out of his way when they happened to be in the path of the tractor. He would basically stand on the horn and make one long beeping noise while screaming at them to move. Their response to his tirades was to continue grazing and not even bother to lift their heads. Then he would start pounding on the horn with his fist and yelling at them even louder. I'm pretty sure anyone within a five mile radius could hear him screaming "Move! Get out of the way!" One time he actually had to get off the tractor and shoo Moe and Homer out of the way.
I think our favorite part of the last two days was when the driver's side window on the truck wouldn't go up. Jason put it down yesterday morning and then it wouldn't go back up. He tried off and on throughout the day but nothing happened when he pressed the button. Finally we began discussing our redneck options late yesterday afternoon. As we were discussing the pros and cons of clear plastic vs a black garbage bag Jason pressed the button one last time. Lo and behold the window went up. Hopefully neither one of us will accidentally hit the button and put the window back down over the next few days. There are rain chances throughout the week and we have so much going on this week we just don't have time to take the truck somewhere to deal with this.
Why on earth our late model diesel truck has a malfunctioning window is beyond me. This stupid truck dearly loves to nickel and dime us to death with stuff like this. We keep threatening to get rid of it. However we seem to enjoy being in an abusive relationship with our truck because we never break up with it, we only threaten too. I guess we are enablers.
Jason spreading fertilizer
Some of the horses that had their teeth floated yesterday included Traveller
Lighty and Mick
Sam and Johnny
Hemi and Thomas needed the gate and the fence to hold them up while waiting to be fed. Being retired is exhausting.