I mentioned before that the State Fair is coming up soon.  In preparation, there is more activity toward getting the Gypsy horses ready.  The horse trainers visits to the farm are more frequent.  There is more attention paid to getting the horses washed, a little at a time.  Gypsy’s have lots of hair on their mane, tails and down their legs to their hooves.  Their legs are built more like a draft horse, and they are very gentle horses.  Washing all that hair, which are called “feathers”, is a long process.  All these pre-washes will make the final wash just before the State Fair, much more easy (we hope).

I find myself hanging around the arena when the trainers are here, trying to learn more about horses.  Granted, I took an equestrian sports class back in college for PE credit, but I vaguely remember much about it.  There is also a mare who will foal around April of next year, and I am learning everything I can about that, because I will probably end of being the person to assist as needed.  That should be interesting.  The pregnant mare is part Gypsy, and she was bred around mother’s day to our Gypsy Stallion, “Blue Boy”.  Gestation of a horse is 11 months (yes, for those of you pregnant ladies out there, be glad yours is only 9 months!)

There are lots of things to learn about handling horses.  I am beginning to get more comfortable with them and around them.  One of my favorites is “Willy”.  He is, I believe, a quarter horse.  He is BIG.  I believe he is 17.5 hands high, which is well over my head.  Unfortunately, Willy is crippled and cannot be ridden, though I never see any obvious evidence of this.  He is also old.  20+ years I believe.  He is just a magnificent creature.  And he is so kind and gentle and he loves attention.  My early intimidation around him because he is so tall and big, has melted.  I can see how people can get attached to their horses, because Willy has won my heart.  He is the gentle giant.

The roofing work on the main house continues, and I find myself not participating much in that action.  I’m generally not comfortable on a roof, and seeing that there are others to help, I have settled into doing other things around the farm that need to be done.  Yesterday, I was mowing an overgrown field, and I trimmed some more goat hooves.  Today, I may tackle the rest of the field and do some weed eating.   I also fed the animals last night.  It seemed to me, that everyone else was still working on the roof until the last bit of light was gone, which is just before 9:00 p.m. and it made sense that I go ahead and feed the animals.  Pitching in, getting it done, one day at a time.

Roofing work through dusk

Roofing work through dusk

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  1. Debbie Morgan

    August 16, 2016 at 1:15 pm

    I love reading your updates. It makes me feel like I am part of your adventure. Thank you for painting a picture with your words!!

    1. d4deli@me.com

      August 16, 2016 at 3:35 pm

      Debbie, I’m glad you are enjoying the posts. You had an interesting choice of words. I have often used the phrase: “painting a picture with words”. While I’ve always felt comfortable with writing, I never felt I could draw the imagine I had in mind. That’s probably why I also like photography. Keep on reading, and if you haven’t subscribed, do that. You’ll get an email each time I post something new.

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