DianaFrustration on the Farm
April 19th 2008 02:18
We've already had a couple of 'challenges' today, particularly irksome when no bloke is on the scene. Things always happen to me and the kids when the bloke is not here, and we struggle and struggle with stuff he would find so simple, so light to lift, so easy to fix.
The jockey wheel of the float broke. Now,you might think this is no big deal but we have a very large, heavy three-horse float and with no wheel to help pump up the height to hook on to the car we four had to strain and strain to reach the ball.
Done. Evenutally.
Loaded the stock horses, who were waiting patiently in the shade.
Quick drive around to view the hundred of tiny lambs who have hit the deck in the past few weeks. Rose looks like a sumo compared to some of them! Now we know how much mothering those lambs get we look at the mums with new respect.
Back at the ranch, I leave the girls peacefully grooming their horses while I go inside with Michael to fix him a cold drink and snack. Suddenly we are interrupted by terrible screaming and yelling. Rushing outside we are greeted with the sight of the entire front fence (1880's cream lattice wire type) ripped away and liying flat across the gravel near the shed, with the horses careering madly off down the road.
Though tied loosley with string they had somehow 'spooked' (not a common occurence) and dragged back, pulling all with them.
We managed to catch them and they are now secure in yards while my son lost no time in ringing his dad to report the happy news.
Looking for the motor-bike keys to help to drag the fence back in line, we have now discovered that they are lost, probably since the school holidays. A cheery thought, as we use that four-wheeler for every job you can imagine.
Tis all very frustrating I must say.
What sort of day are you having?
The jockey wheel of the float broke. Now,you might think this is no big deal but we have a very large, heavy three-horse float and with no wheel to help pump up the height to hook on to the car we four had to strain and strain to reach the ball.
Done. Evenutally.
Loaded the stock horses, who were waiting patiently in the shade.
Quick drive around to view the hundred of tiny lambs who have hit the deck in the past few weeks. Rose looks like a sumo compared to some of them! Now we know how much mothering those lambs get we look at the mums with new respect.
Back at the ranch, I leave the girls peacefully grooming their horses while I go inside with Michael to fix him a cold drink and snack. Suddenly we are interrupted by terrible screaming and yelling. Rushing outside we are greeted with the sight of the entire front fence (1880's cream lattice wire type) ripped away and liying flat across the gravel near the shed, with the horses careering madly off down the road.
Though tied loosley with string they had somehow 'spooked' (not a common occurence) and dragged back, pulling all with them.
We managed to catch them and they are now secure in yards while my son lost no time in ringing his dad to report the happy news.
Looking for the motor-bike keys to help to drag the fence back in line, we have now discovered that they are lost, probably since the school holidays. A cheery thought, as we use that four-wheeler for every job you can imagine.
Tis all very frustrating I must say.
What sort of day are you having?
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