We're coming up on the one year anniversary of the fire. Riding in the burn area is interesting, but certainly not pretty. I sure wouldn't ride here on a windy day, although I hear they recently removed the dead trees along this particular trail.
Be fire wise and safe this summer.
We've received quite a bit of welcome rain this Spring. Hopefully that will bring the fire danger...and hay prices...down, down, down.
I've been taking MyLady on lots of trail rides this summer. We're
having so much fun, there hasn't been any time for blogging. We are spending all of our free time together and have become great trail partners. There are still
several months of lovely riding weather, so we'll be in touch when the
Every time it rains, news crews come out and film at this location, where it floods across the street and then leaves a bunch of black sludge behind. At times the flooding has been up to the top of the fence. This homeowner lost their house in the fire and now they have to deal with this mess too.
Where does all this goo come from? Here's the answer from last Monday's storm.
I found Peg Saturday evening, caught by one leg, in a large rodent snap trap in our pasture.
I released her, scooped her up, and brought her into the house.
Her leg was a mess; a bloody compound fracture with her foot dangling by a long, skinny piece of skin.
I had to amputate her leg with toenail clippers.
(I had big dreams of being a vet when I was a kid.)
While I was bandaging her stub (with cotton and antibiotic gel wrapped with first aid tape - and duct tape for good measure), her eyes closed and I thought she was dying.
I said, "Don't you die on me little birdy! I haven't lost a patient on the kitchen counter operating table yet!"
I think she was just in shock.
I was surprised to find Peg still alive Sunday morning. I fed her a mix of wild finch seed and millet pieces. ???? Just guessing on what might be right. She hung on and was a feisty little dish, escaping once to fly madly around my laundry room.
I dropped Peg off at an avian vet's office Tuesday. I knew she needed to be on antibiotics and might need her boney stub cauterized and I wasn't sure what to do next.
I thought Peg might be some kind of finch. The vet said she's definitely not a finch but wasn't sure what kind of bird she is. (The vet deals mostly with parrots, but kindheartedly treats wild birds that find their way to her office.) I emailed Peg's picture to a friend who said she looks like an immature meadowlark, and said she really should have some bugs to eat.
Do you think Peg is a young meadowlark?
The vet doesn't keep live food on hand, so I took some mealworms to the office today. Good timing too. They just got a flicker in that had been caught in a volleyball net and injured its wings.
So Peg - the alleged meadowlark - and the flicker will be eating good tonight.
Yum! Yum! Deeeelicious!
Gosh! I dropped 100 mealworms off at the vet's office. That might not feed two hungry birds for very long.
I've loved horses all my life and owned several when I was younger. I showed in English Pleasure and Amateur Hunters in my 20s. Now in my 50s, following a long absence of horses, I've rekindled my passion. I have three equines at home - Misty, a Percheron mare, Lyra a mini horse and her daughter, Lola, a mini mule. We're an odd looking group, but we get along great.
My day job is taking a lot of my time right now. So I'm trying to post at least once a week...usually on a Monday or the weekend. But it will be inconsistent for the time being. But it's good to have a job. It pays for hay.