The barn's been busy!
A couple of people came out to ride Sam to see if they'd be interested in riding him regularly. One woman, Alex, said yes to the horse and she's now riding once a week. She's taking lessons from Ellie.
I watched part of the first lesson and my takeaway was "champagne hands not piano hands."
Sam was a good sport, because Buddha was running circles around the arena wanting to get in to Ellie! It seems like all of our horses have become fairly used to dogs.
We filled it with dirt and used the gator to drive back and forth over it to tamp it down.
Not that many people have used it. It's been largely for decoration and marketing.
Some straw and grass seed down went on top. We're hoping that the grass will take root and prevent future erosion better than the gravel dust did.
And the grass certainly seems to be growing. It's sprouting through all the gravel dust Henry's dad laid down for us!
Carrie put Sam in the pasture (muzzle-free) to mow it down overnight. He was thrilled! He couldn't keep eating at one patch before going to sample another. "And I'll have some of this! And some of this! Oh! What about this!?"
Too bad the stinker tore down the cattle gate.
The gate had been tied off to the barn door handles.
Sam wanted Carrie to hurry up when she was making breakfast, so he started to paw at the gate. Somehow, his leg slipped through and it startled him.
He jumped back and took the gate with him.
Carrie found the gate in the yard and him looking at it (before he saw her and his brain immediately shifted to, "Food?").
You can't finish one project on a farm without another one popping up somewhere.
The neighbor's land has been busy, too. We've seen machinery at work. They started off spraying some sort of herbicide.
It turned everything from green to yellow.
They've come out multiple times and it's not like I can hold a conversation yelling out to someone in a big rig, but I kinda wish I could. I'm curious as to why they do what they do.
I guess you could call us agriculture adjacent.
The barn has been a source of community for Carrie. She's the most introverted in the house yet she has horse people coming and going!
The farrier was out recently and filled in a gap of Eddie's hoof wall. It was interesting to look at.
Not all of the community that shows up is welcome.
I found the dead mouse just laying on the floor of the garage. We have a pest control contract where they spray the house for bugs and put out some bait traps, so I assume it died from them.
The three mice I found in a poop bucket were a different story.
It started off with two mice. I noticed them hopping around while doing chores. They couldn't get out and I didn't want to deal with them then. A third mouse showed up to join the party.
"Can we keep them?" Shane asked.
No.
No. No. No.
I moved the bin outside and thought about what I should do. I forgot about them overnight and came back the next morning to find one had gone cannibal. The other two were dead and one was missing much of it's face.
I never ended up having to do anything. Maybe the cannibal choked on his friend's face, because he was dead a little later.
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