GO FIGURE

Hi everyone! I still do not get on here much these days. With 6 grand children and a new job I am pretty busy.  I do not have my own Internet connection and driving around using others is a pain in the neck. Its does bother me that I can not get on here as much. 

I had my horses in the city right beside the public fairgrounds. When I bought the house I called the city council, the fairgrounds, and the City Police Dept. They all said it was fine they had no laws or what ever against it, just keep the manure cleaned up which was not a problem. 

I get my horses all moved into there new home. The my mare and her colt passed away as I wrote in my last blog. Just when I thought everything was gonna be great by having my horses in the back yard. 

Go figure, the city council decides to put restrictions on the farm and other animals in the city. We fought and begged them for awhile so they decided to let us have them as long as we filed for a permit every year.  They made a bunch of new rules that you have to follow, etc.. 
I was planning on moving my horse to where she could have lots of pasture however, I did not file for my permit, a couple months later they sent me a letter saying, They gave me 10 days to move my horse. My boyfriend and I was having some trouble because he has a farm with pasture but I could not move my horse there because I had no job. That is one of the reasons I started working, but I was a little mad at him so I hadn't moved my horse yet. I got a job shortly thereafter. Then the city health dept. guy starts sending the humane society to my house. Well I will be damned if they take her, so I tried to find another place for her. I could not find one. 
 I finally had to brake down call one of my xxx boyfriends to see if he'd take her for me, well he did, Thank God. I did not want to tell them where she was at, I really did not think it was any of their business, after all the issue was over me having to move my mare. 

I would not tell them where she was, They issued a warrant for my arrest. I had to get a lawyer which did not really do anything but keep me out of jail, which I do appreciate. I just had to tell them where she was stabled, so they could check to see if she was there. 

The City Health Dept. had been to my house several times to see if she was there, but they could not come back to see if she was not there. They are not issuing anymore permits after next year. There you have it The fine politics  of the city at work wasting tax payers money.

Apologies

I want to give my sincerest apologies for the last year. I really wanted to blog all the time when my foals started coming. After, I had helped Blair's Riding Stable pick out the horses they were going to use on the post for the riders, helped fix the electric fence, help feed once in a while, watered all the horses when needed, etc.. Soon after my foals were on the ground the stable owner kicked me out for hosing down my horse Velvet in the wrong area.  Shortly after I got my horses moved to my house my mare Velvet passed away, about a week later her foal Pistol passed away, also. Needless to say I had a bad year 2 yrs. in a row. Velvet had been born and raised on my farm. She was about 16 yrs. old and we had just gotten her back. She developed pneumonia while at Blair's Riding Stables, the short 2 weeks, that I did not go out, to visit her, no one had bothered to tell me she was coughing or acting abnormal. Needless to say I was devastated, very depressed and terribly disappointed. 

I had to sell Peppers foal because I could not keep all of them in my back yard, I live in town. I do have a couple of pictures of him when he was about 3 months old. I will post them. I think I will have a memorial tribute for Velvet and Pistol.

Colts and Fillies

We been so busy taking care of new foals being born at our barn, I haven’t had much time to write. It started about 2 weeks ago when the first colt hit the ground. We were not expecting him quit so soon. I got a frantic call telling me that my horse  had a foal, they thought it was not going to live, the mother had no milk and the baby would not stand on its own.

Shortly after, that call, I got another frantic call from my friend, turns out it was not my mare, it was hers. She is a truck driver and she was on the road in PA. We live in Ohio. Her kids were going out to see what they could do, I was thirty minutes away. She ask me to go see what was going on and buy some replacement milk for the baby.

On my way I made a few phone calls to see what all could be done. Thank God, I had never had these problems before. I talked to two vets each said they did not make supplement milk for horse foals and cows replacement milk would not work. I called my friends the first one said, the same thing and gave me some good advise on bringing in the mares milk, etc. I thought about another friend of minep that had raised a set of twin foals, I remembered how she said she supplemented her foals with milk because her mare did not produce enough milk. She said yes they do make mares replacement milk to call OSU Vet Hospital. In the mean time I could replace it with Lambs replacement milk.

So I frantically ran through out TSC looking for iodine, some kind of replacement milk, a tetinus shot, heat lamp cause it was cold out, etc.

Finally I arrived at the barn where we board. The kids had given the baby some powdered milk and had the foal up trying to nurse. The mare did have milk. THANK GOD 

New Born 2 weeks ago  

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Midnight Spring Magic at 1 week

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New Pictures of Magic

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Next New colt his Name is Sorrow

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Sorrow a few days old

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Sorrow A week old

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We are expecting 2 maybe 3 more foals. I am looking forward to sharing them with You

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Horse and Baby

Horse and Baby

Rebecca M. Mickler Gypsy Help Fund

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The Race

Flicka turned out to be a very good pony. I kept her at a local stable. It was probably about 3 miles to my house. I use to ride her to town quite often. I would ride her into my house just to spend time with her and do something different. When I rode her to town lots of younger children would stop me, to pet and ride the pony. I really enjoyed sharing her with everyone, she was such a good little pony. I always let them pet her. I was afraid to let them ride, I did not want any little ones to get hurt.

There is one particular day I remember the most. I had taken Flicka to Nancy's house a few blocks away from my house. On my way home one of the boys I went to school with rode up on his new bicycle. 

All you girls know what happened next. Yes, he started,  Bragging about his new bicycle ," my new bike is faster than your pony, I'll race you". I knew my pony was faster than his bike but he kept at me. "come on race me" "chicken". Come on race me". Well being the competitive, daredevil young lady I am I jumped right on it.

We went running down the street as fast as we could go. This is the part where you need to pay close attention. 

I was on the left, he was on the left, Paying attention ? Remember I was about 13 years old. Flicka is my first pony.

Flicka and I were running fast as we could down the middle of my street Then I seen my house, we got to the front of my house with Flicka in the lead, I turned Flicka towards my house, which was on the right. Flicka, poor baby, ran into his new bike, jumped up high in the air just (trying to miss that bicycle). Like a rodeo horse, kicked out at the bike, and  went running into the back yard. I went flying over her shoulders rolled smack into the big walnut tree in front of my house.

Oh, my gosh my head hurt so bad I could barely get up. The neighbors went after Flicka, she was in the back yard, eating grass of course. 

They carefully walked me over to set on my porch. Well Flicka was fine but Larry's bicycle well that was a different story. It was not even rideable. Flicka broke the spokes out, and bent the rim, lol. So much for that new bicycle.

Lesson for the day. Remember everyone, I was only about 13 years old,  with little to no horse experience. As I set there in total disbelief and in shock. I finally figured out just what happened.

Guess What? *** Horses and ponies they turn much, much faster than bicycles.