FarmWife is faced with a dilemma. I have become so slender as to require concentrated feeds (oats, timothy pellets, and equine senior), if you can believe it! FarmWife and the vet are working on figuring out why, but in the meantime my we…
Mules: the pros and cons
Mules, the pros: We have feet like rocks (present lameness notwithstanding) We have disproportionate strength and endurance We have glossy coats We keep tidy stalls We innately tend towards the preservation of life and limb, meaning we're u…
Feelin' groovy
Well, one good thing has come out of all of this lameness business: FarmWife, in my eyes, has gotten her muleness back.
Before I wound up three-legged lame a week ago, this was the routine: 8:30 am, hay thrown. 9 am, grain dumped in my buc…
Hair
White dog, black dog, brown cat, grey cat, brown mule, tan mule, white bun, grey bun, yellow bird, blond girls, brunette you: FarmWife, you are dreaming if you think you are going to find an outfit that hides the hair.
Core beliefs
I believe that non-human animals are sentient, emotional, inherently worthwhile, and just plain fascinating. As an extension, I also believe in veganism, compassionate animal husbandry (in other words, keeping pets as part of the family),…
Like a coarse, pine-scented cloud
FarmWife recently bedded our shed in pine shavings for the first time in a long while on the assumption that it would be more cushiony than bare earth on my poor recuperating feet. This was what ensued, in the words of my beloved Miss Tea…
An old list
I recently happened upon a list that I must have made in my junior year of college—a year when I was a pet owner, a single parent, a florist, a tutor, and a budding writer. I have always been a maker of lists, and love their power to simpl…
Hilarity
I am abiding, thank you for asking: not much has changed, and I am still reluctant to bear weight on the left foreleg, but FarmWife is soaking and poulticing away like a crazy woman and I think it's having some beneficial effect. At l…
Diagnosis: probably an abscess.
Well, the diagnosis before the vet came was "probably an abscess but let's get the vet out to be sure." The diagnosis after the vet came is "probably an abscess, and although we can't find it let's not spend any …
These good news/bad news days just don't stop!
This is yet another good news/bad news day: the good news is that we have welcomed Kevin, a 5 year-old male pied cockatiel, to our family. Kevin is the only bird who gets to live in the house (the chickens and ducks have too-big poops, Fa…
Rest in Peace, Pickle
You've probably heard me boast about young D's very special duck, Pickle. He was a real gentleman among ducks, and sometimes used to spend the first hour after breakfast rearranging his ladyships' nest, carrying each stalk of h…
More gratitude: the small things
Of course, I'm grateful for my husband, my daughters, my friends, my animals, my community, our farmers, our teachers, and all our believers in a better future. I'm also grateful for some small things, though, and sometimes it'…
Gratitude
FarmWife is doing this "gratitude" thing over at Puddle Run, saying thanks for some of the good things in her life (in lieu of resolving to do something unpleasant, like jog). I figured I'd better keep up with the Joneses, so…
Gratitude
This New Years, I am not going to resolve to start jogging. I've tried it before, every January first for a string of years, and the upshot has always been that I hate jogging and that my knees do, to. This year, I resolve NOT to start…
Frost princess
It is hard to capture the full extent of Arrietty's frosty-maned, icy-eared winter wonderfulness with a cheap cameraphone, but a mule can try. She wears winter so well, I almost wonder if she is its Princess.
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