There once was a girl from LA, who grew tired of the city by day, and the city by night, she thought such a fright, that she stole with her family away. Now 15 years later, she got an old trailer. Fixed up the truck, to try out her luck. Can we fit a milk cow in there?
Showing posts with label free range. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free range. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Shy Boy - The Horse That Came In From The Wild
Shy Boy - The Horse That Came In From The Wild, by Monty Roberts, (c)1999, HarperCollinsPublishers
I love this story about Monty Roberts' introduction to the wild mustang and his happening upon the language of horses which led to his great success in starting and rehabilitating dozens of horses, travelling the world to teach others to do the same.
Roberts tells the story of the wild horse, from its' origins in North America and migration to Europe and Asia, to its' arrival back in North America with Spanish explorers. From herds of millions which once roamed the great plains, to a few thousand survivors of government roundups, sport hunts and starvation. He also narrates the evolution of horse training, from brute force, to gentle cooperation. Nearly all these techniques have been around since man first decided to ride a horse but brute force tends to be thought the quicker, more popular way to "break" a horse. To get a horse to want to cooperate often takes more time and patience than most people have. Roberts shows in Shy Boy's story, that taking that time is far more important in the long run than just quickly getting a saddle on. The proof is at the end of the book, when Shy Boy make his final choice between the herd and his gentler...
No compensation was received for this review. I checked this book out from my local library;)
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
New Arrivals at Mrs. D's Homestead
Occasionally when I let the chickens out to free range, one will not come back. Usually it has become dinner for a coyote, but once in a while, it will reappear and surprise me. This is the case with this mama hen and her chicks.
We were just finishing up breakfast and I was thinking about having a cup of tea with the llamas in the backyard when li'l homesteader dashed into the house squealing with delight. When he finally regained control of his tongue, he blurted out, "baby chicks in the back yard, Betty's (our pit bull "guard" dog) not even eating them!". I stumbled over my feet to get my camera out of my purse and jammed my shoes on as I ran out the back door.
The proud mama strutted all over the yard, showing off her handsome brood to curious rabbits and majestic llamas alike. Betty, ever the protective mother, snarled at the crea for getting too close to "her" chicks. Mamma llama seemed only mildly interested, having recently supplied what she felt to be the supreme gift to the homestead, her crea. After parading her chicks around the chicken coop, mama hen settled down with her babies in the goat pen for a little nap.
What a joyful day!!
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