Showing posts with label Ranger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ranger. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Day Three




WOW! Where has the time gone? It's Day Three of summer break, and I've fallen more behind than when it started. At this rate, I'll get nothing from "THE LIST" done before school starts. Woe is me!

Much of each morning and evening has been devoted to caring for Ranger. His first week of stall rest has been full of change. Big John had to cut down Ranger's space - he just had too much room to roam. The only time he was still was when Roxy came in to eat in the stall beside him. The rest of his day was spent pacing. When I relayed this information to the vet, he asked if Roxy could be stalled as well. UH OH. Poor Rox. She's now on 5 weeks of stall rest - and she didn't do anything to deserve it! I will say, that has helped Ranger's disposition immensely. We're down to changing his dressing once every two days, and only one medication twice a day. He and Roxy both look forward to their 5 minutes of grazing in the trap - fresh grass never tasted so good! Ranger goes back for a checkup next Monday, so hopefully all is going as well as we think it is. I'll keep you "posted!"

After vet duty, I'm on garden duty. Things are coming on quickly, so I start off picking what's ready. The cukes need training, bugs need dusting, and weeds need pulling, and pulling, and pulling. Wonder if there's a market for weeds? We've had a little thunderstorm since the big rain, and watered in between. We're getting more disciplined with the fertilizer - once a week - and boy, does that make a difference!



It turns out that there are many people in town who love fresh vegetables but don't have the time or space or desire to tend a garden. Through some truly miraculous channels, those people and I have become acquainted! I sold out yesterday, of both eggs and vegetables, and will make another delivery on Friday. In a crafty move that came out of nowhere, I've convinced Big John that I need more hens. That wasn't the hard part. In order to house more hens, we need a larger coop. That's the clencher! Much too easily, he agreed that we'll put a 6' by 10' addition onto the henhouse. We'll pick up materials on Thursday, and put that project on the ever-growing list of things that must be done. Maybe by the time I'm ready for chicks (when it's cooler) we'll have an expanded Poultry Palace! Now I've got to figure out what Big John's up to ... is there another new fishing rod I don't know about?


I've also spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen during the past 3 days. Big John has become addicted to making - and devouring - bread and butter pickles. I must say, they are pretty delicious! We did a better job of packing the jars the second time around, so they present a bit better. Either way, they taste great. Everywhere you look, we've stashed pickles!


Big John did some errands the other day, and came home with a surprise for me - a big pressure cooker! It's kind of like buying your wife a vacuum cleaner for your anniversary, except that I was really excited about this. I'm easy to impress! We made it through last year with a smaller version, and Big John figured we needed to upgrade. Being the independent woman that I am, I decided to can our surplus of green beans while Big John was at work - all by myself. That involved unpacking the cooker, assembling it, and reading the instructions. I am a teacher, after all. How hard could that be? Well, 5 quarts of ruined green beans later, Big John shows up from work, screws the bottom part of the pressure release valve on, and "fixes" it. DUH. I wondered where that extra piece went. (I'm not usually "allowed" to assemble important items on the farm. No wonder.) I had run out of "want to" for the day, but had trimmed the whole mess of beans. I took part of the next morning to can the remaining 2 quarts. Came out fine. I'm now the self-proclaimed expert on pressure cooking low acid foods. Bring on the beans! I will admit that I still have moments of panic where I imagine Big John coming home to the house blown to smithereens by an exploding pressure cooker. Maybe "expert" is going too far!

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Homecoming!

Ranger made it home today!



Big John has been working like crazy, trying to get the pens outfitted for Ranger's return. Unfortunately for Ranger, he's been prescribed "stall rest" for the next 6 weeks. Yes, 6 weeks. That's 42 days. 1008 hours. 60,480 minutes. 3,628,800 seconds. And believe me, it's going to feel like every bit of that. Poor Ranger.

I spent ALL day at a nearby water park with 50 sixth graders! Fun in the sun! Big John spent all day rigging the pen, loading up on feed and hay, getting detailed instructions on horse doctorin', hauling Ranger home, and trying to get him settled. It seems that Ranger has spent all day pacing. I'm not sure where the "rest" part of "stall rest" fits in. It looks like Roxy is a lot more relaxed now that he's back, but it's very clear that Ranger has no idea what he's done to deserve this shoddy treatment. Many, many dollars later, we're still not sure of the long-range forcast. We're going to follow the treatment plan, cross our fingers, and hope for the best. It's pretty certain that there will be a permanent impact on his knee joint, and that lameness will set in at an earlier age than usual. But for now, we're just happy to have him home!


I always wanted to be a vet - guess I can "play one on TV!" Wish us luck - seems there's never a dull moment out on the farm.






Happy Homecoming, Ranger!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Horse Troubles


We should have seen it coming. The garden is growing like a weed (so are the weeds), work is fine (7 1/2 days of school left), we're healthy enough for our age, finances are ok, we're making BIG plans for the future. Something's got to go wrong, RIGHT?

We were at the barn Sunday and I noticed Ranger make a funny turn. His right knee was pretty swollen, and he had a dime-sized hole right in the middle of the joint. We all know a horse's joints are nothing to sneeze at, but it was Sunday, after all. He was still getting around on it, so we waited to take him to the vet yesterday. I had taken the day off to "catch up" on things - ha!

Turns out, Ranger will be spending the next several days at the fanciest equine facility I've seen. If we'd given him a shot of antibiotic on Sunday, that probably would have improved his chances, but as it is he'll have the wound flushed several times a day and is on high doses of the good stuff. With just a preliminary exam, we were given about a 60% chance that he won't end up lame. We're hoping that number goes way up! We already support 2 horses that are way past their prime. We don't need another one on the dole. I can just hear Daddy now: "It's a horse, Susie, not a pet."

And just in case we weren't feeling bad enough about him getting hurt, he made sure to holler and carry on as we walked out of the holding stall. Just about broke my heart in two. We drove up to the house, with an empty trailer, to see Roxy - my mare - going nuts, looking for Ranger. Big John and I had talked on the way home about how glad Roxy would be that Ranger won't be bugging her for a few days. Guess we were wrong. It just goes to show, you don't know how much you care about someone until they're gone! And poor Big John. Ranger is his first horse, and they were really getting along well. You know how hard it is to find the "right" horse - one that fits a rider in as many ways as possible. Ranger fits Big John. And he's a sweetie - they both are.

Keep your fingers and toes crossed. We told the vet to call us at $1000, and we'll have to make some decisions.

Hey, who needs kids when you've got horses?