Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Mud and Projects

Since moving to the farm, I've ridden twice; it's been raining. Our property, while still making both my husband and I very happy, is... wetter than we were expecting. After reading about Stephanie's process when she bought her place, we pulled up the soil maps on our place before we bought it - it seemed manageable:


T—Hayden fine sandy loam, 2 to 7 percent slopes

Properties and qualities
  • Slope: 2 to 7 percent
  • Depth to restrictive feature: More than 80 inches
  • Natural drainage class: Moderately well drained
  • Capacity of the most limiting layer to transmit water (Ksat):Moderately low to moderately high (0.14 to 0.57 in/hr)
  • Depth to water table: About 36 inches
  • Frequency of flooding: None
  • Frequency of ponding: None
  • Calcium carbonate, maximum in profile: 10 percent
  • Available water storage in profile: Moderate (about 8.9 inches)

Ys—Ames fine sandy loam

roperties and qualities
  • Slope: 0 to 2 percent
  • Depth to restrictive feature: More than 80 inches
  • Natural drainage class: Somewhat poorly drained
  • Capacity of the most limiting layer to transmit water (Ksat):Moderately low to high (0.14 to 1.98 in/hr)
  • Depth to water table: About 17 inches
  • Frequency of flooding: None
  • Frequency of ponding: None
  • Calcium carbonate, maximum in profile: 10 percent
  • Available water storage in profile: Moderate (about 8.7 inches)
What does all of this mean? Well... I took it to mean that we'd be a bit wet, but it would be manageable. The reality is... less so. The ground, especially where the previous owners generally kept their horses, is saturated with horse poo/organic matter that helps it turn into a bog. The two ponds (I call them "The Arena Pond" and "The House Pond" seem to want to be connected; as it's rained and rained, I've watched a very depressing river flow across my two sacrifice paddocks and have spent every morning since the girls came home and it rained staring back at them from the barn side of the "river" trying to goad them into crossing it without my help. Crossing it has caused giant, boot-sucking divots to form, which fill with more water, and turn into startling drops as your foot is sucked down into a sometimes knee-high hole. Not only is it dangerous, it's exhausting to deal with so much mud. 

A lot if it can be attributed to the previous owners, who appear to have removed no horse poop, and also built a barn in possibly the stupidest area of the property and threw off the natural flow of water across the land. The image doesn't show it well, but on other satelite images, you can see the area of wet- it spans from the wetland closest to the bottom left of the above photo, to the arena pond, across where the barn is to the house pond. It wants to flow, and it does; the arena pond seems to be generally overflowing, so rain sends it draining down the slightest of hills vaguely towards the house pond. Boggy paddocks packed with organic matter, combined with those humps of unpacked, grassy ground that form under the fences when you have horses in sacrifice areas means that water doesn't flow well - it sits on top of the heavy, packed clay and makes the aforementioned boot-and-hoof-eating area. 

So, after a whirlwind barn project a few weekends ago, we embark, this memorial weekend, on a water control adventure. We've rented a trencher, purchased drain pipe (with sock!), gravel and sand... and this weekend, we're digging trenches and laying french drain. It's going to be exhausting. Goodbye, money, it's been nice knowing you. In passing. As you left my account. We also purchased stall mats, because one project in the works isn't enough. We've slowly been moving dirt and trying to level the stalls (though Bailey's is going to be a game time level, as she's been stall walking and ruining any attempts thus far) and hopefully can start moving mats soon. I'd love to bring the donkey home, put everyone in stalls for the night, and let the girls dry out.

Farm ownership - and doing it right, the first time - is expensive, ya'all! But After a week and a half of mud and probably scarring two pairs of river boots in ways they may never recover from... it's time for a fix. Preferably before my horses get infested with thrush. 

... Did I mention we're also planning to redo/move ~90% of the fence? Because we're going to do that, too. 

Send coffee and patience, please!







Monday, May 22, 2017

Monday Photo Dump

Here are some pictures and videos from around the farm in the last week. Our internet is a little slow, so I'm sorry it took so long to get them updated!

BB in her new stall

BB apparently thinks this angle is her best one for pictures.

Rollin Rollin Rollin

More rollin

My husband built me some really nice looking stalls! 

Farm life and constant running/bird chasing/pond dunking is EXHAUSTING

My lawn mowers getting to work

The girls have a shelter as well as a barn overhang (now that the dead cat has been moved...)

Tractor! I haven't named him yet. 

Foxie agrees with Atlas; farm life is EXHAUSTING.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

We moved!

And no one died.

Actually... scratch that, but I'll get into that story in a minute. I tried to write this out long format and it's just not something I can handle right now, so let's try something more organized:

Tuesday:
Soon to be owner of our townhome walked through and seem surprised that we were still living there. I worked a half day, and loaded a moving truck the other half. We hired some badass movers who loaded SO much stuff in two hours, and nothing shifted or got damaged during the drive.

Wednesday:
I drove a 26' moving truck across the Twin Cities during rush hour and no one died. The previous owners of our home failed to show up and walk me through the house and explain anything - instead they left a key by my coffee cup on the porch (I was in the house unpacking at the time) and managed to slink their own moving truck out of the driveway. While walking around the property, my friend J and I found one of the barn cats dead in the shelter (a few weeks dead, judging by the decomp) and also a whole lot of mud. We unloaded and returned the moving truck and trailer and our badass movers again helped us get a shit ton of stuff into the house and vaguely on the right floors in record time.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday:
We unpacked, shopped and cleaned. The cat was laid to rest in the garbage can.The house was left in pretty amazingly disgusting condition, including with tons of shit left in the stalls, dirt and Asian Beetle carcasses all over the house and just generally... dirty.  We bought a riding lawn mower and hubby promptly (15 minutes into use) drove it over a super deep tire divot we didn't know was there and bent a blade (which we fixed some hours later). I had to work from home part of Friday because I was leaving on a business trip, and the days between slipped away in hard work and dead-to-the-world, dreamless sleep. The dog met the barn cat and it didn't go well (he got his ass kicked) and we had some friends over on Sunday for a grill out in the nice weather. I packed for my business trip by selecting the clothes I could find that were not in boxes.

Monday - Thursday:
I got up at 4 am and went to the airport to fly to Orlando for a conference, where I was also busy from dawn to dusk, but at least my hotel room was clean and I didn't have to worry about ticks (our new house has so many ticks. Or the dog just has talent at finding them. IDK.). Hubby drove to Ames, IA to pick up our tractor half way, and had grad school Tuesday and Thursday evenings. The dog spent a lot of time in the kennel, and the horses were pretty much left at the boarding barn's mercy without being checked. I got home from the airport on Thursday at about midnight.

Friday:
5 am wake up call, and more working from home. I took delivery of the stall front kits around noon. After work, we purchased lumber for the project and I tracked down some hay to buy, because I didn't get around to it the previous weekend as I had planned.

Saturday:
Barn demo and new stall construction began bright and early. Hubby had his dad and my dad there to help. I drove to Wisconsin, bought and stacked hay on the trailer, and drove home without a speedometer or gas level because the truck decided to blow the dash fuse at the BEST POSSIBLE TIME. Stalls got 90% done, and I went to Menards about 70,000 times in the process.

Sunday:
Stalls got finished. I managed to pack up all of my remaining shit at the barn, cut a check and get the girls loaded in a surprisingly short time, but was still running late when I got home around 11 and basically threw them out in their new paddock and ran to the grocery store. Hubby's mom, aunt, sister and brother came over for Mother's Day lunch and got treated to my horses running around like idiots because NEW PLACE. I got the hay into the barn and stacked despite having a death cold that started on Friday and got worse each day.

Monday & Tuesday:
The girls are home. I've been working from home because I think it's inappropriate to come into the office when I'm legit dripping snot and hacking up chunks of lung tissue and also because I'm terrified that the mares are going to do something stupid. They've been slowly settling in, and I'm slowly working out a routine that works for us. Foxie wasn't eating well, until genius me put her in a stall this morning. It's been raining off and on, but so far, besides being a bit bewildered at being outside all the time, the girls seem to be settling in well. Bailey is in #feralredhorse mode and is being very protective of her sister. They're so buddy sour right now it's painful, but it's slowly subsiding, I think, so maybe they will stop being so dumb soon. The barn cat reappeared last night and is being super annoying meowing for food - we didn't think he'd come back after the run in with the dog, but hubby has dubbed him "Carlito" so apparently he gets to stay, after all.

The future:
We need to do a lot of work, yet:

- Reinforce the new stall divider walls
- Level and mat stalls.
- Organize and find a permanent home for everything, including all the new equipment
- Finish scraping out the sacrifice paddock and shelter in in the least grassy paddock
- Probably brush hog and mow the other pastures
- Mow the lawn. Again.
- Find a solution for our heavy clay soil and rain problem: probably french drains, gravel/sand/pea gravel and lots of careful manure management.
- Figure out our phone and internet problem (we've already used all of our "fast" satellite internet bandwidth... and we have like two weeks left of the period.) so I can work from home and we can get cell service.

I'll get ya'all some pictures, I promise! Right now it's raining and I'm surprised to see that my horses actually have the good sense to use their shelter when it's raining hard. They're shockingly smart sometimes, those girls :D