I have been getting a gelding ready to sell, so I have been riding nearly every day. I love to ride, but riding by yourself is definitely not fun. Turkey has never bucked, but he is a little herd-bound. He doesn't like to go out by himself, either. However, I've been making him do it. I worry about getting bucked off, hurt, and nobody would know for a week or more. Here's a picture of me on Turkey.
Turkey got his barn name when he was a weanling. He picked up a nail in his front hoof and became lame. My daughter and her boyfriend had the task of dislodging the nail and disinfecting the wound. Turkey really didn't appreciate what they were doing and he acted like a real "turkey." They got the job done and Robin Boy Blue (his registered name) got his common name.
Turkey has a unique personality. He can't keep his lips off anything, especially anything plastic or rubber. He would turn the hydrant on, so I put a splitter on and covered the hydrant with a plastic bucket, which I wired to the fence. Well, it took him a few days, but somehow Turkey was able to wiggle the bucket up and managed to turn the little flipper on the hose splitter. The hydrant was gushing water when I got home from work that day. Between Turkey and me, we are not very good conservators of water.
I got so mad at myself yesterday. I needed to fill the stock tanks with water. I started the first one, which was almost empty. I figured it would take about 20 minutes to fill, so I went in the house to have coffee. Guess what, I forgot. I goofed around for over an hour before I remembered the water was running. I even went back outside, unloaded some hay, and moved some equipment around without remembering the overflowing tank. I cursed myself and went to fill the next tank. Guess what? I forgot again. That one was in the barn, so now I have a wet barn, and it's not due to the five to six inches of snow that has fallen in the past 12 hours. I think old age has come and lit. Somebody close the gate.
Turkey has a unique personality. He can't keep his lips off anything, especially anything plastic or rubber. He would turn the hydrant on, so I put a splitter on and covered the hydrant with a plastic bucket, which I wired to the fence. Well, it took him a few days, but somehow Turkey was able to wiggle the bucket up and managed to turn the little flipper on the hose splitter. The hydrant was gushing water when I got home from work that day. Between Turkey and me, we are not very good conservators of water.
I got so mad at myself yesterday. I needed to fill the stock tanks with water. I started the first one, which was almost empty. I figured it would take about 20 minutes to fill, so I went in the house to have coffee. Guess what, I forgot. I goofed around for over an hour before I remembered the water was running. I even went back outside, unloaded some hay, and moved some equipment around without remembering the overflowing tank. I cursed myself and went to fill the next tank. Guess what? I forgot again. That one was in the barn, so now I have a wet barn, and it's not due to the five to six inches of snow that has fallen in the past 12 hours. I think old age has come and lit. Somebody close the gate.
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