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More snow...
It's nice. 

Lobster leaves at the end of this month.  We have a new resident coming in.  I approve of this move. 

We got the most awesome load of hay and straw in yesterday, and Mr. Java's Mom loaded it all.  Wow, it is stacked beautifully... neat as a pin.  Its the most the loft has ever held, about 225 bales.  Thank you.

I will soon be bedding on straw with pellet bedding underneath to absorb wetness.  Shavings don't break down fast enough, and there is more waste.  I like mucking the straw, and it makes such a nice fluffy comfy bed.  Java was my test case.  A couple of months ago I got a starter bale for her, and got the hang of mucking it, and lucky me, she does beautifully with it.  Stretch is going to start soon after I make sure he does not eat it, and the same scenario for the new horse when she arrives.  Lobster is on only pellet bedding.  Dear pellet bedding: I love you, your little pellets take the worst situatoin stall and make it nice.  No horse, even one who lives here cannot make me go insane based on his housekeeping habits, or lack thereof.  I would prefer pelleted straw, but the pelleted straw dudes don't call back...


Envisioning green grass and happy horses out here soon:

The kids were in the barn eating breakfast as I set up their paddocks:

Miss Super Princess Java enjoying her life:

Bandy making use of the freshly plowed path.  And, always on guard. 

Pretty snow...

I can't wait until this paddock is done "resting".  Patience is required for propper paddock rotation.  I'm not great with patience.

Stretch munching on his soaked hay cube brunch and hay.  He is wonderful:

Java bored:

Mackie being Mackie.

Irony

SO, life and manure management gets in the way of blogging sometimes.  When I figure this all out, I'll write a book for other small farm owners.

The chapter for this week would be: Isn't it Ironic.

I wrote about 3 drafts for this post.  And before I was able to post a single draft, the situation changed.  I'm even hesitating big time about posting this one...

I find the camera and take pics, then it snows.  The pics with no snow seem out of date. Then I have to find the camera again to take new photos.

I move Java away from a crowded, develeoped area to get away from machinery and development and a builder buys the lot next door and develops it.  And, stores all of his machinery there.

The boarder experience.  Ironic from every angle possible in a good and bad way.

The neighbor across the street ... editing out my comment.  Some people can be real Greedy Buggers.  I would like to invent a game called The Greedy Bugger's Cookie Jar.  Teach us all that at a young age if you get too greedy, diving in for another cookie, being greedy, rude and ugly, you get your fingers slammed in the cookie jar.  Whap!  I would whap someone today.

There are a few things I can depend on: manure, irony, and annoying circumstances.  When I was younger and less worried about being "nice" things worked out better.

This is actualy is very funny to me.

I'm ready for whatever today brings.  Aw, isn't that nice.  nice nice nice.

Recent photos, because that's the good stuff:

Snow on the big field.  It is still resting since it was renovated this fall.  The new grass has taken very well and the horses and I are looking foward to putting this big paddock into use as soon as it's ready... probably late spring.

Java supervising my gear in the gator.  Muck buckets to be dumped at the manure cabana compost station, hay for the boys, water for the boys.  She is so bored, we have got to get out for a ride.

The usual photo, Java looking fatter.

Lobster laying down the day before more snow.  Not the best pic of him. 

He loves to snooze in this corner, it's very soft there.

Stretch's sweet face.  He is about to sneeze in this picutre with his nose crinkled and crooked.