Faker farming . . . 101

So, farm sitting is great!  I am only actually responsible for making sure all the critters are alive and well when my sister arrives back home tomorrow.

What I have learned thus far:

Being responsible for living things makes me nervous – and improves my prayer life

I like big dogs much more than I thought, good walking buddies

I don’t mind being dirty and smelling like dog/horse/hay for a couple days at a time – then I must go to some civilization and see people.

Horses know when they are being cared for by the “B team”.

Horses, even usually really good ones, will test the substitute B team – just for good measure.

Horses who are testing the B team will forget which stall is theirs, try to share stalls with others, then once they are in their own stall might decide not to leave it – just because you asked them to.

It is possible for full grown adult horses to act like human teenagers.

Little horses, are only little horses if they are NOT standing on your foot!

Feet that have been stood on by a horse display a vast array of lovely blues and purples!

A barn with clean stalls is a pleasing smell

A barn with somewhat clean stalls is a tolerable smell

Dry horse poop and hay is a tolerable smell

Wet, rained on horse poop and hay is NOT a tolerable smell – won’t leave a half full wheelbarrow out in the rain again – EWWWWW

Dogs make good barn buddies

little spiders who live in the barn can make those webs pretty fast!  You think he’d get tired of making the web between the barn wall and the food container lid!

I don’t mind getting up early to go muck out a few stalls – it is nice quiet time with God  (my early is in no way equal to farmer early)  I’m talking 745am.

A horse can stretch his head quite a long way out of the stall if there is a bale of fresh hay to plunder

My sister in an expert horse girl!  Her babies miss her and are quite ready for her return – I can tell by the stares of disappointment I get when I am the one who is opening the barn door!

Of all the farm stuff, the horses are my favorite!  I must somehow make my husband understand this!

 

 

 

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