Along the Dusty Trail

I found this poem on a friends page and thought it might touch a few of you. I hope you enjoy.

Along the Dusty Trail

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s seen some better days,
she’s eating up my profits,
and costs a lot for hay.

Another horse would suit me,
a stronger one at that,
shes seen a lot of miles
just like my cowboy hat.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she helped me herd my steer,
I’m pretty sure shes magic,
I know I hold her dear.

Another horse would suit me,
one that can run fast,
maybe one that’s younger,
or maybe one that lasts.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s long and far in tooth,
my children do remember,
her fondly from their youth.

Another horse would suit me,
a gelding in his prime,
one that needs less fixin’,
that helps me save a dime.

Why, they asked, then keep her?
why not trade her now?
bring her to an auction?
replace her with a cow?

The Rancher’s brow grew heavy,
he took a staggered step,
his eyes did show his hardships,
in wrinkles, as they crept.

His breath, he took in deeply,
as he poised to say his words,
it’s as if the earth grew silent,
that his message should be heard.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
has given me her life,
I wouldn’t trade for anything,
nor either, would my wife.

Another horse would suit me,
and perhaps someday will come,
but this old gal, I love her,
she is the chosen one.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
her service she did lend,
her and I, have seen the years,
this old horse, she is my friend.

Another horse would suit me well,
but her home is here to keep,
I owe her sanctuary,
my love for her is deep.

Another horse would suit me well,
and younger days for me,
and I will keep my promise,
until our last breaths, set us free.”


 

I sure hope you are getting ready for the Holiday season: Country style anyway.

Be the envy of your horse loving friends.

I have also been saving DIY Horse craft ideas on Pinterest that is fun and always being updated.

Come for a visit and let your imagination go.

I also have a board for Horse shoe nails and Barbed wire ideas. Some are so amazing. Lots and lots of ideas to take your passion to new heights.

I hope you join me as you get ready for the Holidays.

Have a Happy Holiday season.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s

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For The First Time Shared by: Andi Harmon.

FOR THE FIRST TIME

Yesterday, for the first time, I was too tired to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I was afraid I would be hurt if I was thrown
Yesterday, for the first time, I heard someone say my barn was too shabby
Yesterday, for the first time, I let someone tell me I was too pudgy to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I realized I was old
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to face that I could no longer keep up
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to let go of my dreams
Yesterday, for the first time, I felt my heart break
Yesterday, for the first time, I turned my back on my friend
Yesterday, for the first time, I knew I was done

Today, for the last time, I felt warm, braided leather in my hands.
Today, for the last time, I ran my stirrups up so they wouldn’t bang my mare’s sides
Today, for the last time, I released the buckles on the girth and watched my girl sigh
Today, for the last time, I slowly dropped the bit so it wouldn’t hit her teeth
Today, for the last time, I gave my mare a cookie to thank her for the ride
Today, for the last time, I buried my head in her soft, warm neck
Today, for the last time, I inhaled the sun and the dust in her long winter coat
Today, for the last time, I closed the gate and trudged to the muddy porch
Today, for the last time, I tracked hay and horse hair into my house
Today, for the last time, I pulled off my boots and felt the sting of warm blood returning to my cold toes
Today, for the first time, I cried after my ride
Today, for the first time, I felt my hands shake as I set the saddle on its rack
Today, for the first time, I hugged my young trainer a final goodbye
Today, for the first time, I waited for the new owner’s trailer to arrive
Today, for the first time, I set my boots in a box to go to the Goodwill
Today, for the first time, I sighed at the wear on my riding gloves
Today, for the first time, I had no hay in my hair
Today, for the first time, I did not hear nickering when I opened my back door
Today, for the first time, I felt worse leaving the barn that I did when I entered
Today, for the first time, I had no one to check on before going to bed

Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t have to buy hay
Tomorrow, for the first time, I can stay in bed longer
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t see the poop pile grow
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t be able to fly on four legs
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be sorry I listened
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will regret letting her go
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at God
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at myself
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will cry the day away
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be glad to die

Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will awaken in tears
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will know I was wrong
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will defy all the judgment
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will ignore my old bones
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will return the buyer’s check
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will bring my friend home
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will take my boots out of the box
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will be reborn

For the rest of my life, I will have a horse in my yard
For the rest of my life, I will ignore the cruel judging
For the rest of my life, I will watch the poop pile grow
For the rest of my life, I will have hay in my hair
For the rest of my life, I will track mud in my house
For the rest of my life, I will bury my face in her soft neck
For the rest of my life, I will let my soul fly

For the rest of my life, I will never be alone

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

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Whinny’s

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The 12 days of Christmas :: Cowboy style

Had to share.  Too cute.  The picture is from  a Facebook friend Barbara Moseley

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The 12 days of Christmas :: Cowboy style

The rule is you have to Sing this one:: Love Santa

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: “Two lariats, and a Mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: “Three cowboy hats, two lariots, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me: FIVE VETS ON CALL!, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 7th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: nine cowgirls cheering, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: ten stitches waiting, nine cowgirls cheering, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eleven cowboys laughing, ten stitches waiting, nine cowgirls laughing, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve teeth a-missing, eleven cowboys laughing, ten stitches waiting, nine cowgirls laughing, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”
We make a Living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s

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How bad is your horse addiction?

You are Very Bad if!

*if you have hay under your hat as you walk in the house.
*If you examine every piece of rope or twine for its
halter potential.
*If you take someone’s temperature and think 102°F is
normal.
*If you always keep carrots, apples, and sugar cubes in
your refrigerator and ginger snaps on the shelf.
*If you prefer the smell of stable to perfume.
*If, between chores, you nap in the warm room with your boots on
*If you still have your childhood horse statues in your
bedroom.
*If your daughter can’t wait until she’s big enough for tall boots
*If you talk to your horses more than your spouse.
*If you spend more time at the feed store than the grocery
store.
*If you cringe at paying five bucks for lunch, but won’t
blink at twenty or thirty spent on a riding lesson.
*If mucking stalls is more appealing to you than doing
housework.
*If you complain about aching after raking the yard, but will
never voice your back pain from the ride the previous day.
*If your room looks like a tornado hit, but you make sure
your horse’s stall is spotless.
*If every time you find a horse item, you buy it…
*If you buy horse earrings for your daughter, even though her ears aren’t
pierced.
*If your room is covered with horse posters, pictures of
you riding, horse calenders, and other assorted horse stuff
*If every time you go to watch a movie, you ask, “Are
there horses in it?”
*If every time you go to BLOCKBUSTER, you head for the
kid’s/family section because it’s most likely to have
horse videos.
*If you own three or more t-shirts with various horse
events, barns, or breeds on them.
*If you turn down a vacation to Florida because you don’t
want to miss your riding lesson… (the only way you’ll
give it up is if you’re promised a ride in Florida)
*If you find proof that there ARE in fact horses in
heaven.
*If you will read an entire magazine about horse
physiology, but hate biology.
*If when at the grocery store, you determine to buy
carrots and apples… for the horses at the barn.
*If you refuse to shovel snow, but gladly shovel stalls”

Hope this brought you some smiles, either for yourself or some horse lover that you know. Just remember, it’s all true.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

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Whinny’s

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Ladies: if you buy a Roping saddle, buy a vibrator too, you’ll need one.

For years, I bought, sold, repaired and even made a few western saddles. I loved to carve leather, so I would spend hours, days, and even weeks making elaborate designs on the fenders, swells and skirts.

Here is the funny thing, I was like the shoe maker who did not own a pair of his own shoes.

Neither did my husband.

Daily Oats: Don't lope in a Roper

Don't lope in a Roper

Every time, I found a saddle that l liked and it fit both me and my horse, a customer would want  to buy the darn thing.

One time, I sent my husband out on a trail ride to try out a used black saddle.  I had to chase him down. Someone wanted it. The others on the trail ride could not beleive that I made him swap saddles to finish the ride.

It is just how it is when you are in the saddle business.

Well, we went to a horse show with the Mobil unit. In the trailer we had a very nice, new Circle Y, show saddle loaded with silver. One of the local judges that was showing that day, noticed the show saddle and she had a trade-in.

It was almost in perfect condition, chocolate brown, heavier, and I do mean heavier roping saddle with weighted, steel stirrups.

Come Monday morning, I had to find another saddle to use.    I headed for that roping saddle to give it a try.

I liked it. Actually, I really liked it.  I worked in the arena for several hours that morning.  I also used it on several different horses. It had full quarter horse bars so it fit every horse very well.   The stirrups  never moved.  I never had to chase them.

It was well balanced with  extremely soft, velvety  smooth, supple leather. It looked almost new, but at the same time,  it was well broke in.

It was the “Perfect” used saddle.  One that even a saddle maker could appreciate.

Sunny was my own horse. He was an AQHA  stallion that we liked to show, both in Western pleasure and in pleasure driving. Being a stallion, he took a lot of work and a lot of control. So, we worked in the round pen for control, then we would drive for an hour and do some arena work to keep him sharp.

However, once a week, we headed up the road just to keep him fresh.

This day, I saddle-up with that nice big, dark chocolate, Circle Y roper and the two of us headed up the road.

In pleasure driving you have to have a very clear change in pace between the road gate and the park gait. So I did a lot of just changing speeds at the trot for most of the ride.

At last, I was headed home. I was half way between the mail box and the first turn on our road. The road is about a mile long. I decided just to ask him to lope off. Controlled, but just a very relaxed gait letting  him choosing the speed.

I never made it to the second stride. I was  “SHOCKED”.    Out came a huge: “WHOA”

I felt if I was about to have an “orgasm” on the spot.

“What the heck?”  I said out loud.

I just figured it was my imagination. Thought it just had to be the way I had been sitting.

I re-shifted by weight,  pulled at my jeans, checked my stirrups, made sure my body was in proper position.  Wiggled this way and then that way.  So thought I would just try it again.

I asked for the lope.

This time more controlled and my pace. I pushed him off in the right lead to get ready for the corner.

Within seconds, I about “creamed my jeans” AGAIN.

I shifted, and re-shifted. Moved forward. Pushed myself back out of the stirrups. Leaned back. Almost sitting on the the back of the saddle at times.  Tried to post.

But to no avail.

Things just got worse, or how you look at it:  More excitable!

In over 30 years of riding this was a totally new experience. Not for being excited, but for feeling like I was about to have an orgasm while riding.   No, matter what I did, I could not change a thing.   I had worked on the walk, trot and turns in the Arena, but I had not loped in that roper until that moment.

I did not make it to the corner.    I just could not take the excitement, the giggling or the shocking embarrassment.

I got off and started to walk home. I would take a few steps, stop, bend-over  to try to control my giggles. I just could not stop laughing. Every time I thought about what just happened and still felt like it could still happen, the laughter got worse.

My body, just would not calm down.  I  just kept giggling.  It really got  worse when  I thought about telling my husband.   At times, wishing he was home at the moment and thinking how  he would never let me sell that darn roper.  Thinking how he would encourage me to lope in it.  Seeing the smile on his face, kept the giggles coming even more.

What could possibly happen next?

In the mist of not being able to stop laughing, here comes my close horsie friend barreling  down the road in her big red Ford pick-up.  She pulled-up, stopped.

“Why are you walking?” she asked.  “Is everything alright?  Are you OK?”

I looked at her and just laughed.  I was still pretty “excited” and the giggles just kept coming. I could hardly talk.  Half of the time, I was talking with her with my legs crossed.

“Roberta” she asked. ” What the heck is wrong?   What is so  darn funny?”

Well, she asked a few more times, so I told her.

This did prove to be a mistake on my part.

Yes, as you can imagine, the laughter suddenly  turned into a loud roar.  She asked if the saddle was for sale. This time, I told her I would have to think about it. Or perhaps I should ask my husband first.

Yes, the laughter got louder as the two of us pondered the hilariousness of the  situation.  The moment I wiggled, the more she laughed.

The moral of the whole story is “Ladies, NEVER and I do mean NEVER, lope in a ROPER!”
Unless you are ready to take care of the problem when you get home.

Actually the main Moral of this story is:

Find something to laugh about.  No matter what it is, just laugh.   Then, share it with friends to make sure they are laughing as well.

My friend and I still laugh about this story.  We even told her mom, and the laughter started all over again.

Yes, I am still giggling over that nice afternoon lope down the driveway.

Remember:  It is never about the ride.

It is about the Fact, we get to take the ride, no matter where that ride takes us.

PS: In case you are wondering.   This is a true story.

and to answer your questions;

Yes, I told my husband

Yes,  I thought he was going to die laughing

Yes, he said the next time, I wanted to lope in that roper to make sure I called him first.

Did I ever take the roper out for another lope?

Well,  I think I will just keep that one a secret.

Yes, go ahead and laugh.  However, I can not beleive that I am  the only one that this has  ever happened to.   I think I just might be the only one crazy enough to share this story with all of my horse crazy friends.

Now you tell me, what is your story? Come on now,  you can admit it!    TELL!

PS: here is a note from my Daughter-in-Law:    ‘Laughter is an orgasm triggered by the intercourse of sense and nonsense!’ So even though it’s Monday, LAUGH! You may REALLY enjoy it! 😉

So let’s all enjoy life a little more and kick-Up the Nonsense to a loud ROAR!

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Let it all go and just be the WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

Daily Oats: Livin’ for the whinny

Whinny’s Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
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Published in: on September 27, 2010 at 5:02 pm  Comments (5)  
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Discover how to win the blue.

Quick story, well perhaps two short horse stories.

A mom thought that her youngest daughter was too optimistic, so she took  the young girl to a therapist to get some help. The therapist agreed, so they decided in order to get her to look a little bit more dimly upon life, they brought her to room fulled of horse manure: Piled high.

The young girl’s face instantly was covered with absolute shock. She clambered to the top, dropped to her knees and began digging with her bare hands.  Within moments, there was horse crap flying everywhere.

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“What are you doing?” her mom yelled.

The young girl was beaming.

“With all this manure,”

she explained! “there has got to be a

pony in here somewhere.”

What is it that you are expecting as an outcome of just today day?

Are you expecting it to be the BEST day of your life? or just another day?

Positive expectations are joyful, enthusiastic feelings that add great power to your day.  They “kick your life up a notch”.

If you paint in your mind a picture of bright and happy expectations, you put yourself into a condition conducive to your goals. -Norman Vincent Peal.

A few years back, I saw  a young girl entered into  the show ring with a very simple show outfit, a simple white slinky and a very neat looking blue jean vest and  very little silver on her horse equipment.  However,  from the moment she entered the ring, she had everyone’s attentions.

She expected to win, and it showed.

Even to this day, I can remember her slight smile, her confidence, her knowing,  the expectation of that moment being hers.

To tell you the truth, I have not seen it again on any other rider, not like her.  I wish I knew her name, or  had taken a picture.

When you strongly believe and expect something to happen, in that  moment, when everything you feel matches your greatest desire, it is at that moment, nothing can stop you from achieving it.

When you positively expect something to happen and you GET EXCITED about it, the entire universe assists you in the fulfillment of that desire.

YOU RECEIVE WHAT YOU EXPECT TO RECEIVE.    That is the moment of power. With positive  expectations  you can achieve anything.

For today, Just expect the best and get excited about your life.
Ready to change your life and “Live “ the Whinny!

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Let it all go and just be the WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
Knot-A-Tail

From the Facebook group: Sexy farrier butt fan club:  The video.

Guaranteed: You will not stop giggling

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It’s here: Sexy farrier butt fan club video

To  vote go to Knot-a-tail’s web site.

To enter your farrier for the next round post to the Facebook  fan page: or   send your picture to roberta@knotatail.com

Make sure you leave enough time to stop laughing.

Whinny’s Roberta

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Don’t feed your horse Carrots

Comments from  the old mare.

I just wanted to introduce myself, I am the old mare in the corner stall and  I have a few things to say.

1st.  Stop! bringing home all those  new horses to “MY” barn.

Enough is enough.  Have “YOU” ever herd of the #ONE ?

Am I not good enough for “YOU” anymore and besides,  I am tired and way too old anymore to share “MY” pasture with anymore teenagers.   “YOU” let them all out first and then “YOU” put me out, with a slap on “MY” behind no less,  how degrading.

Then I hear a “OK, old girl, show them who’s boss”.

Try that stunt one more time, and I will  do more than slap “YOUR” behind.

“YOU” show those young-en’s who’s boss for a change.  After all, every time I push “YOU” over to get to “MY” Oats, ” YOU” are always telling “ME” that ” I am the boss around here!”

Ya, like that will ever happen!

Next, can we just talk one minute about “MY” figure.

I AM NOT  A FAT OLD GAL ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Fat old mar

So do not be so skimpy with that Oat can.

And sending in my picture to Equis  for the cover article, under the title

“Is your horse too fat?”

Was not funny!

Was not funny at all!

By the way,  trust me,

I will get even

with “YOU” for that one.

We will just see who is TOO FAT!

And another thing,  Do ” YOU”  think that ” I” don’t know ” YOU” are up at 5 am drinking that coffee.

Do  “YOU” realize, ” I “ can smell it all the way out to the barn.

First you cut back on “MY” oats so that “I” am starving , and then “I” have to wait until “YOU” decide to come to the barn at what ever time “YOU” please.    “I” can not believe that “YOU” actually expect “ME” to  wait until 5:30.  

What are “YOU” thinking?

COFFEE time is over, ” MY” fine two-legged friend!

Get up, put put “YOUR” pants on and get YOUR” butt out  to the barn.  It  is time to feed “ME”.

I know that I am “YOUR” favorite and  I can tell when you are feeling bad.  Especially on those days  when you want to take only  “ME” for a ride for “YOU” can talk.   I have to tell you, I do not mind the yelling or even the  tears, but to tell you the truth, “YOU” don’t need them. There is a better way.

Next time, you are upset with someone, just watch what I do.

First,  the moment that they get even close to  a nibble of your Oats, you have to just  completely stop, slowly raise your head, and give them the “I dare you to do that again, Look!”

Sometimes, that might not work for some of the more thick headed ones around here, so if they don’t back off, give  them just one  more warning.  I like to pretend I am going to eat them alive. I rush at them with with my head low,  month open,  teeth bared  and ready to take a quick snack.   Just like I do  when “YOU” are not fast enough with that feed can.  

Why do “YOU” do that?  Are “YOU” just out to  torture “ME” ?

OK, back to that one who pissed “ME” off.

If that did not stop them in their tracks, go onto step three.  I have perfected  this technique over the past twenty-five years, so I know it works.    I aim for  one solid  hit  on the lower rear flank with my right  hind foot, shoes-on of course.   If you do this one correct, this will work  every time.

I just let them know right up-front how I feel about it.

The great thing is, once I tell them exactly how I feel about it, it’s  all over.   I pay never- no-mind to it.  I just  finish going  about my day. No more being upset,  no more yelling,  no tears,  just life, eating grass, happily waiting for supper to be delivered.

I cannot take the time to worry about what the heck they are thinking.  I have far too  much to do around here.

Herding all those young ones, and having to make sure I get  “MY” share of all those treats.  PS, did I ever tell  “YOU” that “I” love, just  really love peppermint candy.  I thought “YOU” should know that fact about “ME”.

One more thing, if it is a stallion,  go directly to step  number three.

Last,  “I”  DEMAND  MORE CARROTS ON EASTER MORNING.
horse treats carrots
I want way more than the rest of the herd, after all, if “I” am “YOUR” favorite, “I” should have more than the rest.  Who makes up the rules in this barn anyway?  I will tell “YOU” who.

“ME”,  that’s  who!

Lastly, never and “I” do mean never, never  again try to clean the stall while “I” am eating.  How disgusting is that?  Have “YOU” no stall manners at all?

Worse yet, please  no more  of that  pathetic whinnying on the way to the barn.   I like the crabbier you better.  Who ever told “YOU” to  act like a horse anyway!

Just  this once, give me a Break!

“YOUR” so called . . . .  SPOILED, but not “FAT”, Old Mare

Just  make sure  “YOU” bring “ME” all of  “MY” EXTRA CARROTS!

Happy Easter
Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Live for the  WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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Published in: on April 3, 2010 at 11:18 pm  Comments (4)  
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Ratt’ler warning!!

Here is my post this morning to my  Facebook, thought you might enjoy the reactions.

Just wanted to let you know how my day started:

Ratt'ler
THERE IS A HUGE RATTLER IN THE FRONT YARD;;;;;

INSIDE THE CEMENT WALL!!!!!!!!

It is OMG time!!!

( PS:  that was me as my heart was beating very fast, as I ran back into the house.)

This was true this morning.   Saw the rattler twice.    I actually  did not mind so much as the huge surprise.  I have to admit, I do love their warning system.

Here are the comments”  Please add a comment with your own snake story.

Sandee:: Oh yes Roberta – spring has sprung in Arizona!!
Andrea: Not Good!
Me: Well, I  just might have to become an Arizona snowbird then.
Erica: oh Roberta! id be screammin n hollarin like a baby! I hate snakes! least hes outside
and   not in your house! i hope he goes away
Me: The birds chased him in under the bricks by the rose bushes. I never  said  that I was not screaming. My heart sure is pumping.
Me:     First rattler up-close and very personal, WAY too personal
: Actually, I saw on the news that the first bite here in AZ for this year happened about a week ago – so they are out and about!! Caution everybody here in the SW!
Pat:: I thought you lived in WI. Evidently not. We have harmless grass snakes which was seen yesterday. Skunks are aplenty tho. Get rid a that ratt’ler. Who do you call?
Natalie: LOL..I remember when I was a kid and lived in Susanville…same thing, went out back one day after lunch, there he was, coiled by the fence. Neighbor came and chased him off with a stick. I like snakes, so no probs there…here we only have the little garden type guys that are harmless and I love catching them and checking them out, then letting them go again…
Lorette: Yep it is definitely snake time in the south. I am not fond of rattlers. Good thing is I keep finding bull snakes around my place and they tell me if you find them, you don’t have to worry about rattlers. Either way, my heart gets pumping when I run across a snake as bulls look at lot like a western diamondback. Ours are prairie rattlers and they are yellow in color.
Barbara: Anything but a rattler. Don’t like those at all. Had a red mohave on the front patio last fall but we dropped him off across the road in the BLM land. Be careful!!!
Pam: NO!! Not ready for that, YET! Never ready! BE CAREFUL!! Thinking about getting a few peacocks for my 5 acres! We are rattle snake central here, I just hate it!!
Don: Peacocks prevent snakes?
: perhaps a mongoose would be helpful… don’t panic… I’ve worked around rattlers….. they are not aggressive but very good at defending themselves… pay attention to where he goes… so you know where he might be hiding out… he was probably sunning himself… please be careful and I hope he doesn’t end up around the horses… do you have wildlife control in your area??
Pam: At times like this Im so glad I am a kiwi. Snakes cant survive here its too cold.
Barbara: call the police (not 911) and they’ll give you the name of a snake removal company who will come right out. if it’s venomous, there’s no charge because they bring it to a place that milks it. anyway, that’s what we do because we get diamond back rattlers here in florida. hope that helps.
Missy:: I’d rather deal with a snake that has a rattler to warn me than the water moccasins I’d run into when I’d be visiting in the south. Very aggressive, even the babies.
Karen: How cool! I have not seen a rattler since I was a kid growing up in Southern Cal.
Julie:: I hate snakes I hate hate hate them!!!!!!
SoS0:: from cool to hate.   I love how the subject of snakes tends to bring out a lot of emotions… I used to have a zoo-mobile and one of the most requested animals was a 15 ft. Boa that I worked with even the smaller Ball Pythons would bring a big reaction. kids love to talk about snakes. the fear of snakes is a very ancient instinct, not only because of the biblical story of the Garden of Eden but studies show that primate groups are also wary of and stay away from snakes even going so far as to have a special call to alert the troop…. funny story… a monkey in one of the troops learned to give the call while the others were eating so he could move in on the food… after a while they figured it out… sort of like the little boy who cried wolf…

Roberta, I think you have a great blog story here…. 

Brandon:: Omg is right. i hate snakes. Run forest run.

Well as you might have guessed,  I not going to even try to convince anyone today to overcome their fears.   From the moment the word RATTLER crossed my mind, all bets were off.

A reader posted this for some “what to do about snakes with horses:
Snake Bite Preparedness

Just remember, no matter what, they are all just another WHINNY around the barn yard.
All my love for today, and may there only be a few new Baby Rattles in your world this spring.  Baby horse rattles that is.
Happy Spring.

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Now, let me hear it, WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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Got to go feed the horses.

Sometimes, something is just so cute you have to pass it on.
http://www.barnmice.com/video/gotta-go-feed-the-horses

Now these guys, really know how to whinny.

Always remember, the best part of the day always within the Whinny

Love Roberta

Published in: on March 3, 2010 at 9:21 pm  Comments (1)  
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