Of course I am not referring to my children, as I don’t have any! However, I do have horses, dogs and birds so I think I have my fair share of running after to do anyway, and picking up after them (…I’m now thinking back to this afternoon after Vera had been out all day on mowing duties and the amount of crap that she left around the place…).
Hmmm… the yearlings… talk about trouble!
First of all, let’s start of with the girls (Lily, Shorts and April). The 3 of them decided that they didn’t like their feed anymore and refused point blank to eat any of it. They also turned their noses up at the biscuits of hay they were given because it wasn’t the top of the line stuff that we have. They were not sick, no siree, they just decided that “they didn’t like it”. I stood there with Evan looking at the 3 young ladies and wondered what the heck the matter was with them. They weren’t sick, oh no, it was a case of “We don’t like this, and we are not going to eat it” (add the tone of a whingeing teenager who is given something different for dinner and Iam sure you will know what I mean here!).
We thought we would do a test and gave the boys next door the feeds that they didn’t want… went down in a flash (and in fact you could add to that in a whingeing tone, “Aww mum, can I’ve some more?”).
Ok, the boys didn’t drop dead from the feed, so there was nothing wrong with it. So for the girlies for the next day or so, they were given the primo hay, the top of the line stuff. Which I might add, they ate under sufferance. This was all too much for me today and I had to find out what the hell was the matter with the girls and the feed that we were giving them.
Test Number 1. I gave them a feed bowl of Lucerne Chaff. It was real nice stuff too. Ok, that seemed to pass the girlies test. They would now eat Lucerne Chaff.
Test Number 2. I gave them a separate feed bowl with some Breed Performer in it. Hmm. Ok that seemed to pass their discerning palates.
Test Number 3. I gave them another feed bowl with some Oaten Chaff in it. The 3 of them turned their nose up and walked away. “Nope, don’t like it… yukky, poohy.. take it away.” Hmm. I gave it to the boys and they loved it.
For some reason they did not like, and would not touch the Oaten Chaff. I must say at this point in my story that the girls have been eating Oaten Chaff since they were by their mum’s side sharing her dinner. So, why all of a sudden do they not like it? Why do the boys still scoff it down like it’s the last meal they are ever going to get??
To be perfectly honest, I have absolutely no idea. However, I must say that they certainly got into their dinner tonight, minus the oaten chaff. Strange, strange children aren’t they?
Now for the boys, and Lenny in particular.
On my way down to worm the dry ladies today I looked up and saw everything was as it should be…. Caramel picking out in her paddock, Vera with her head in the feed shed…. And the boys… Lenny had decided that he needed a new toy and picked on the hose that was lying just outside his paddock. He was having a good old time with it; throwing it, pulling it, running around with it. I called out to the silly bugger and of course he ignored me. I found his soccer ball and threw it at him. WOW! He thought this was great fun, another toy to play with….forget the hose and he picked up the ball by the rope on the side and started bashing himself on the head with it! Then he decided that he would try to kick it and ended up branding Jakey. I laughed and laughed. While the hose is no longer able to be used (hmmm), I had to laugh at the fact that he had the brains to pick it up and use it as a play toy. I think that horse thinks way to much for his own good.
Anyone want a colt?
Tomorrow sees the start of the working week for me… yippee! Not. Looks like I will have to drown my sorrows with a Hot Chocolate tomorrow!
Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.
--Caryn Leschen
Helen.
Hmmm… the yearlings… talk about trouble!
First of all, let’s start of with the girls (Lily, Shorts and April). The 3 of them decided that they didn’t like their feed anymore and refused point blank to eat any of it. They also turned their noses up at the biscuits of hay they were given because it wasn’t the top of the line stuff that we have. They were not sick, no siree, they just decided that “they didn’t like it”. I stood there with Evan looking at the 3 young ladies and wondered what the heck the matter was with them. They weren’t sick, oh no, it was a case of “We don’t like this, and we are not going to eat it” (add the tone of a whingeing teenager who is given something different for dinner and Iam sure you will know what I mean here!).
We thought we would do a test and gave the boys next door the feeds that they didn’t want… went down in a flash (and in fact you could add to that in a whingeing tone, “Aww mum, can I’ve some more?”).
Ok, the boys didn’t drop dead from the feed, so there was nothing wrong with it. So for the girlies for the next day or so, they were given the primo hay, the top of the line stuff. Which I might add, they ate under sufferance. This was all too much for me today and I had to find out what the hell was the matter with the girls and the feed that we were giving them.
Test Number 1. I gave them a feed bowl of Lucerne Chaff. It was real nice stuff too. Ok, that seemed to pass the girlies test. They would now eat Lucerne Chaff.
Test Number 2. I gave them a separate feed bowl with some Breed Performer in it. Hmm. Ok that seemed to pass their discerning palates.
Test Number 3. I gave them another feed bowl with some Oaten Chaff in it. The 3 of them turned their nose up and walked away. “Nope, don’t like it… yukky, poohy.. take it away.” Hmm. I gave it to the boys and they loved it.
For some reason they did not like, and would not touch the Oaten Chaff. I must say at this point in my story that the girls have been eating Oaten Chaff since they were by their mum’s side sharing her dinner. So, why all of a sudden do they not like it? Why do the boys still scoff it down like it’s the last meal they are ever going to get??
To be perfectly honest, I have absolutely no idea. However, I must say that they certainly got into their dinner tonight, minus the oaten chaff. Strange, strange children aren’t they?
Now for the boys, and Lenny in particular.
On my way down to worm the dry ladies today I looked up and saw everything was as it should be…. Caramel picking out in her paddock, Vera with her head in the feed shed…. And the boys… Lenny had decided that he needed a new toy and picked on the hose that was lying just outside his paddock. He was having a good old time with it; throwing it, pulling it, running around with it. I called out to the silly bugger and of course he ignored me. I found his soccer ball and threw it at him. WOW! He thought this was great fun, another toy to play with….forget the hose and he picked up the ball by the rope on the side and started bashing himself on the head with it! Then he decided that he would try to kick it and ended up branding Jakey. I laughed and laughed. While the hose is no longer able to be used (hmmm), I had to laugh at the fact that he had the brains to pick it up and use it as a play toy. I think that horse thinks way to much for his own good.
Anyone want a colt?
Tomorrow sees the start of the working week for me… yippee! Not. Looks like I will have to drown my sorrows with a Hot Chocolate tomorrow!
Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.
--Caryn Leschen
Helen.
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