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 

Friday, April 28, 2017

Coming Down to the Wire

Greetings from the land of half packed boxes!

The move is coming up quickly now; we close and move on Wednesday! Clearly, I am super motivated... to ride my horse. Pack? Not so much.



I'm trying to not loose my mind, despite taking on way too much and being sick at the same time this week. The mares started transitioning to their new/old feed, Purina Senior Active and I'm excited to have their feeding back under my control once they come home. I don't know if they will stay on Senior Active; I like it on paper, but it seems so moist and often has odd chunks of ... by product? Dust? God knows what? in it. They're easy enough to spot and sort out (they aren't small, and are usually a very different brown than the feed) but still kind of odd. I haven't noticed them in the Ultium I've been feeding Foxie, and Ultium is just so solid that it always tempts me. I've also sourced cheaper-than-smartpak prices for MSM pellets and started both horses on Chaste Berry powder.

After Foxie's weird issues last spring (was it stress? or something else?) I popped her on Smart Pituitary Senior for a month, and boom... horse shed out and began to gain weight. This spring she's been shedding, but her coat is still quite long and, because of the way it sticks out, looks dull. She also isn't blooming like I know she could be - this may be the barn grain still causing problems, but after finding a source of Chasteberry quite cheap on Amazon, I said, hey, what the heck. And then I read about it helping hormonal mares, and tossed Bailey on it as well. She's been such a hag this spring that I might as well try; I don't know from whence her crazy comes, but if I can magic it away with herbs, I am going to try.

Foxie's weird longer than normal coat is weird.

Bailey has been quite up lately; it got cold again (to the point of snow) and we've been doing dressage due to the rain, mud and her stupid long feet. The girls saw the farrier on Wednesday, and, of course, my life got busy and now I am scrambling to get time in around moving to take advantage of the XC course a few more times before we leave Boarding Land (probably) forever.

On the #horsescomehome front, we've dropped a not-small amount of money on 14' stall fronts, and have a weekend planned to re-do the barn. With closing coming so soon, we're buying a utility trailer this weekend for tractor transportation (and hay) and once we close, there will be lots of fun purchases to blog about! I'm struggling to get a hold of my fancy jump cups (I am weird and want the fancy pin-less Dapple Equine cups), but I will not give up hope!

I'm hoping to crowd source more opinions from ya'all...

What is your favorite equine first aid or health related book?

Happy weekend,
Ashley

Monday, April 24, 2017

Protection Animal Follow Up

After doing lots of googling on the subject of protection animals, I decided to try Facebook. Not only did I learn a lot about my facebook horse friends' horse keeping habits, I actually got some information on protection animals. My first choice of information, the TCCT List (which is a long standing yahoo group that is populated, now, by more than just Twin Cities area eventers), explodes on a regular basis with stupidity, and exploded the day I finally felt like posting the question, so that was out. 

They already love each other, but neither is particularly... sensible
#TBproblems


What did I get out of my facebook friends? 

1. That I probably shouldn't worry; they will be fine.
2. Depending on my local coyote population, they may cause problems, especially if it's a hard winter and they form a pack. However, most people who mentioned coyotes just mentioned that the horses got all excited and ran around a whole lot. 
3. I probably don't need to worry about bears, but mountain lions can and will attack horses and cause me some nasty vet bills. While I don't have a ton of info about mountain lions in my area, I am hoping they aren't prevalent. Cross your fingers for me.

What am I doing with this information? 

Well... I think I am going to get a donkey as a companion animal. The gal who had coyote problems also had a mountain lion attack; I think she was in a bad area for this sort of thing, and also... seems to be the type of person who just has bad luck. I hope I get off a little easier than she does in general. Her coyote problems were solved by the purchase of a Jenny standard donkey, and a donkey seems like it would kill two worries with one stone. This does cause some more minor problems, as we're only planning to build 3 stalls, but we could easily build a 10x10 or what have you opposite of the horses with leftovers from the barn re-do should J decide to bring Ginny over to live with us. 

So... Anyone know of a donkey for sale? 

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Farm Tangent 2: Protection Animal

While Bailey had a great ride on Monday, I'll save my excitement for a later post in case today's ride changes things (again).

Pictured: Horse with very few survival instincts.

In the mean time, I've been looking at donkeys and mules... not just because they are cute, but because I read somewhere that, beyond being a companion (and probably an easier keeper than buying another horse, at least when my preference tends to be TBs) they serve to help protect their herd. If you read the blog, you know that Foxie is older, and Bailey is silly and stupid; neither of them seems to be particularly worldly when it comes to predators. At our new farm, we will be farther north than I have ever lived, and 30 minutes north of their current, busy boarding barn. I don't worry about wild animals because it's so busy around the farm that there are always people and dogs around. Our farm will be much quieter, and while we are definitely not without neighbors, I still worry; the area we are moving into has plenty of civilization, but it's generally bunched closely together with big areas of wooded, farm or undeveloped land in between.

Technically, we have a good chance to be visited by black bears (though usually just the adolescent ones who are stupid), coyotes and... technically....wolves. Those are in addition to other less scary wild animals (deer, beavers, muskrats, racoons, foxes...), which I worry about less.

However, I have nothing but cursory familiarity with mules and donkeys in general. So, time to crowdsource advice from the internet! Part of me thinks they will be fine (which means we can focus on filling the 3rd stall with J's horse, or another riding animal) and part of me is convinced that they need something to be sensible and worldly, because lord knows they are not.

So, Internet:

What do you know about protection animals? Have you, or do you currently have a protection animal (vs an animal that is just a companion)? Beyond some awesome youtube videos I've seen, do protection animals... actually do their jobs?

HELP!



Monday, April 17, 2017

Weekend Update & A Birthday

After last week's little to basically no riding, I was more than happy to take my friend J up on her offer to lunge Bailey for me on Thursday. Saturday morning finally arrived and I whisked myself off to the barn early to start taming the dragon (again). After trying to lunge in the freshly watered lower indoor (which was the consistency of a slip-n-slide) I tacked up in dressage clothes and headed up to the upper indoor; it was rainy and had poured overnight, so the farm was muddy, it was still sprinkling and all of my intent to be tough and ride outside was gone. I  tossed B on the lunge line in her halter and got this:


Surprisingly, Bailey (once under saddle) was quite good. I could tell she was really trying to be good - chewing until she looked rabid from all of the foam and being quite through and connected. She was a little spooky, but her canter was particularly adjustable and ride-able. I was quite pleased with her, and she really only got sweaty from her running around vs being stressed or wild under saddle.

Foxie got a quick bareback ride around a pony lesson, and tried to buck me off before doing some very decent trotting work. I can tell she needs some time in her BOT and a schedule to keep her stretching and bending... but that will come.

Because it was the most beautiful day on Sunday, I hauled the hubby back out to the barn to take some photos of the birthday girl (she's 21 TODAY!) and snuck a ride in on Bailey while Foxie got hand grazed by her dad. It was windy, Bails was not even remotely tired from the previous day and the outdoor was apparently full of lots of scary things, because she was quite explosive and distracted. I wasn't wearing full seats, and even a good spritz of saddle tight did nothing for my stickability; we suffered through a quick ride with a few jumps and lots of lid-keeping-on, and I called it a day and let her hand graze for a bit before dinner. I'm looking forward to working her harder today and trying to continue building in the control I need for when she's hot and reactive like this; my riding plans for tonight are probably heading out on XC, but the ground might not be dry enough to do much (stupid spring rain)... so we shall see.

In the mean time, Happy 21st, Fox!