I'm waiting on hay. I hate that our California surfer hayman fits the image of the California surfer in being kind of a slacker. It's not very German of him. It's not bad, he'll say, "I"ll be there either Saturday or Monday." And now I know I can count on Monday.I shouldn't get my hopes up. The thing is, this time, if he had brought out hay yesterday, I'd have a pony in my yard right now. Yah, with only 1.5 bales left, it's not a good idea to add another horse.
Carsten likes to cut it close. He knows exactly how many bales we have, we are very good at communicating.
Anyway, Juergen has been acting eerily friendly lately, and it worries me. He brought us a bundle of rolls and bread loaves from the bakery where he claims what is unsold at the end of every day. I was wondering why his barn was full of fresh bread for the horses.
He obviously wants to welcome us and make us feel at home in our new neighborhood (we still sadly don't know very many people around here).
So yesterday we're sitting on our couch at 10 AM watching a Czech dvd, a fairytale series from 1981 that my man loves.
Juergen rings and has this enormous sack of beet pulp pellets - for the potential pony we may get ---what?
First of all, it's not even Juergen's pony - it's his buddy Frank's - the Icelandic Farm manager.
Obviously Juergen wants this to work, but isn't he jumping the gun?
We all had agreed - Frank, me, Juergen, and my man, that it's up to the HORSES whether or not that pony finds a place here.
Chances are the mare will kick the crap out of Baasha and I'll be leading her home not long after.
Then I have 60 pounds of beet pulp pellets to return!
But the bag, I want to keep. SO COOL. It's an old post carrier bag for the Deutsche Post. Juergen was a mail carrier in his youth. I immediately said how cool that bag was, and he said "I want the bag back." *sigh* It's like burlap++, soft and hefty.
Waiting is good. I'll get my hay tomorrow, and then maybe Tuesday hike over to the Icelandics to get that mare.
I can dream, and I am, of Baasha and his age-mate getting along fine. I just have my doubts, based on seeing Baasha get the hoof end of most horses in his life.
Funny, as Juergen drove up, he could clearly see that we were sitting on our couch watching TV on a Saturday morning. Just like the last time he drove up. He probably thinks we're TV addicts; if only he could see our thumbnail sized TV. We're just slowly going through old shows that we loved, sharing with each other. I'm showing my man Star Trek (at the moment) and he's showing me his favorite childrens shows.
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Here are some pics of Baasha sleeping in his rolling pit. See how less scary it is to see him like this during daylight? After dark, he really scared us.
His ears were twitching, he was dreaming. I wish I knew what he was dreaming about.
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10 comments:
dreaming of a HUGE bucket of beetpulp, I bet...and perhaps also dreaming of a new friend.
Try to think positive... As Cessa got older it was hard to find a herd dynamic that worked without her getting overly picked on.
*fingers crossed the pony works out*
He looks very comfortable. Hope the pony works out!
The biggest equine mystery of all: What do they dream of?
I'd like to know, too. :)
~Lisa
you have green grass!?!?!
We still have 4 feet of snow. :)
Hope Baasha's friend works out.
Thanks for stopping by my sight and admiring my haffies. The color change toward the belly is actually a genetic thing (I learned from another blog). Belgians have the same thing. My guys don't have tattoos, they are not registered - they were just working boys on an Amish farm.
you are right, a haffie halter wouldn't fit Baasha - it could probably go twice around his nose!
Great pictures of Baasha sleeping. My guys rarely stay down if I sneak out to get a picture of them sleeping.
aarene, the buckets of beet pulp are getting HUGE now - as much as i can get into one bucket without overflowing, because i don't have room in my house for an extra bag of beet pulp so it's just sitting in our entryway and it smells really strong in there like beet pulp because the bag is not airtight.
cdncowgirl, please tell me what you ended up doing with your herd dynamic.
kate, comfortable in the wet mud, ugh!
lisa, i would guess he dreams of running because i've seen his legs move like a dog while dreaming. but i can only guess.
justaplainsam, i'm so sorry about your snow. we had it this week but it melted quickly thank god. i cannot be sure there is no more snow on the way.
leah, thank you. me too!
dreaming, i took the photo from inside my home - i am so pleased to have a camera with extra zoom - i can get closeups without being close, and with a camera shy horse (he HATES camers - he turns away from them) it really helps get natural pictures. i'm like a wildlife biologist now, not a pet owner, hehe. so are haflingers related to belgians?
awww he looks so happy sleeping there, but I can see how that would be scary to come to at night!
Im sure hes dreaming of a pony friend who wont pick on him too much :)
So was the beet pulp supposed to be a little incentive for you to keep the pony, or just get her there as quickly as possible?
Baasha does look to be enjoying his dream. I always wonder what they're dreaming as well. Particularly when it's the legs that twitch.
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