How Swap Got His Name

A beautiful spring morning greeted us on May 11, 2016 along with a beautiful little filly out of Keeper. Keeper’s dam Josie was in the next pen waiting for her foal to be born. She was showing lots of interest in the new filly but then so was every other horse on the place. A new baby is a big event even for the geldings. We called her Oreo.

Another beautiful spring morning greeted us the next day, along with an elegant fancy colt out of Josie. All good. We left them all in their own paddocks for the day while we revelled in the happiness of 2 such nice foals.

That evening we let them out in the big paddock together. They knew each other well and had lived together with no problems.

The next morning we were greeted by Keeper telling us we had a problem. Mom Josie had stole the filly we called Oreo and advised Keeper that “Swap” who was really her brother was now her responsibility. Keeper was letting Swap suck but still really wanted her baby girl back.

We soon realized that we weren’t going to convince Josie that the filly she so adored was to be returned to it’s real mom. Keeper would take her but Josie wasn’t at all interested in Swap. So… we figured best that we just go along with the new program. Keeper settled in with the idea that Swap was her baby. Everybody had a good mom.

Luckily we had a whole day of watching Keeper with Oreo. Then a whole day of watching Josie with Swap. And… luckily we have DNA testing which confirmed that there had been a swap.

It all ended well. Both foals were raised by good moms.

Almost Christmas

Ours is a big family. I believe all are coming to Christmas Dinner and that means 30+ people. That is unless a cousin or two, or some neighbour that we find out doesn’t have anyone to have dinner with, wants to join.

I’m done shopping. Well, at least for the grandchildren and great grandchildren. Our own kids have been a bit difficult to give the “family treasures” and “things I don’t want to throw out” to. The only way I have found to get these things out of my care is to give them to them as “Christmas Presents”.

It is fun hearing the “Oh Mom” reaction when I hand them out but… I know them fairly well and in the end the “junk” I give them is at very least somewhat interesting or useful or worth a laugh.

Our Christmas Party is always full of laughter and I am so very grateful that all of my family treat each other with love and respect. Doubly important to me as I didn’t see that as a child.

The horses are out on winter pasture. The pasture is very good and some are becoming obese. In a couple of days the weather is going to be in the -20s in the daytime. They need to be fat and furry and have good shelter and feed when the Alberta weather is in an Arctic blast. Having watched horses in the natural winter pastures for many years, it never ceases to amaze me how well they can handle cold if given the right environment.

I still need to paint some Christmas cards. I’ll don’t even aspire to be a great painter, LOL, I just like doing it. In fact, lately I think I may be getting worse at it. LOL

Busy time. That is good and I am just grateful to still be able to be busy.

Lynn
“Though he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly”