No, I’m not getting more horses, but I am getting the two, a mare/foal pair, from South Dakota sometime next week. Which means another project.
And it also means I’m taking a crash course in “All the Things I Used to Know About Horses but Feel Like I Can’t Quite Remember All of Them.”
Last night, I got an email from a Fleet of Angels transporter who said, and I quote, “These are some of the wildest horses I’ve ever seen.” Consequently, I did not sleep well. My brain kept jumping from adoption and hauling issues to arrival to pasture to shed to feeding . . . you get the picture.
At 6:00 a.m., I got a text from another hauler offering to bring mine down here next week. Nothing like an early text to make you jump out of bed—sadly, I’d really just fallen asleep. But at least now I can rest easy on that topic and know that I have about a week to finish getting ready.
Finish, you ask? Why, yes. There’s a lot to do:
My husband is making arrangements for hay delivery and picking up the last few pieces of lumber for the run-in shed—which we’ll be building tomorrow, the walls at least. Then we’ll haul it to the pasture for assembly. On Friday, we’ll pick up the sheet metal on order for the siding and attach that and the roof over the weekend.
Side note: Apparently the cat IS good for something. He just ran up on the front porch with a tiny mouse—or something—in his mouth. No, he is NOT coming inside with that!
I still have a few horsey items to pick up, like feed buckets and a second water trough. I have halters and ropes on order. But we do have to double-check the pastures for holes and any old wood or metal laying around. Wish I’d gotten to that yesterday when the temps were close to 60, but my husband had the Mule tied up with an outside water pump repair and I was working on the fence and putting up a few things for winter.
Guess I’ll have to put on my classy black looks-like-I’m-robbing-a-bank face mask and go outside after all. Which reminds me, I need to order more long underwear . . .
And that brings me to this morning’s conversation of “we need to bring more wood inside for the furnace.”
See, told you my brain is all over the place!