So glad to hear it. I'm beginning to wonder whether it's time to remove my duvet from its cover and just sleep under the cover - and that would just make it turn cold!
The next bit of good for the day was Brian the farrier's arrival shortly after the repairman left and as we could just feel the house cooling down.
Both horses trimmed before lunch. Moreover, because they're so well trained (!large horse snort here!) when I saw that--because the farrier was an hour early--they were all the way down the north lot in the corner, all I had to do was carry out the feed scoop and bang it with my ring, and they looked at me and immediately started toward the barn. By the time they got there, I had a short handful of pellets in each manger, sorted them into their stalls, and then opened the barnyard gate for Brian.
They're trained in one thing--knowing when to come a'running for anything resembling feed.
It's a hot day--I'd much rather have them come up the field themselves than have to walk down and fetch them.
Horses are pretty intelligent - and telepathic, like dogs, I believe.
Different mindset than dogs, though. Every bit as individual. Of the horses I've owned, Jezz and Mac are the closest in personality...and both had bad feet. Both drama queens, both given to sullenness. Don't know if that's significant or not.
Cricket also had deformed legs and damaged feet, but a totally different personality...but her primary problem wasn't thin soles and a tendency to laminitis. The other two mares I've had were totally different from Cricket and one another. (Cricket and Blue were both rehab cases: Blue never trusted me, never liked anyone that I could tell, and though I got her back to physical health, her personality was against her. Cricket was sweet, cooperative, patient with medical & hoof care.)
I had to learn early on that even when a horse seems to be acting like a big dog...it's really a horse, and its reaction to the outside world is that of a social prey animal, not a social predator animal. (Yesterday, I trimmed a mess out of Illusion's tail...it was not yielding to anything else. I tossed the hairy bundle over the gate and Illusion, who had been patient about having me working on his tail, startled at the sight of the tail-tangle on the ground. Both horses did. "Eeek, eeeuw! What's that? Get it away!!!" Not until I picked it up, handled it while talking to them, and brought it to the gate so they could smell it, did they settle down.)
Well, that makes sense. I know dogs better than I know horses, though; my brother & my niece are the ones who know horses in our family!
And Illusion went "Eek! Bad thing! What is it?" again this morning when I moved them out of the barn (we need some welding work done in there.) Same hairy tangle lying on the ground.
"Silly beast," I told him. "You are a profoundly silly beast."
"Oh, well," he said in horse body language. "If you say so. Any horse cookies around?"
I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who uses the word coolth.
Not at all...granted, not all my friends use it all the time, but I probably hear it once a week from someone, esp. in summer or when the first cool front comes in the fall.
Have a cool place might make the ice cream melt more slowly while you're searching for a spoon? :-D
We don't keep it that cool...I was snickering over a recipe I saw recently that talked about having the butter "at room temperature" before creaming it with sugar. Our butter is not softened, but semi-liquid at room temperature in summer--and that's with the AC on. Without, it goes liquid quickly.
On the opposite side of that coin, my dad always puts the peanut butter into the fridge when visiting me, and I don't even use the kind that separates. 'Dad, this is ENGLAND, not SAN DIEGO.'
Definitely. Though the thermostat isn't working right...but turning it off and on ourselves, and having it *come* on, is a great goodness.
Yup! I hope your yard planting goes well.
Thanks. A bad headache yesterday and another one today, coupled with G getting a really bad splinter in his hand yesterday afternoon, have slowed us up. But one bed is cleaned and prepped. And it was the hard one because gas and wastewater pipes are nearby, so I couldn't swing the pick with my usual abandon, I had to dig gently and use hand tools .
And, in an amazing spurt of investor genius I figured out where to get the money for the final stage of our relocation, and got it. So things are going a bit slowly, but they're progressing.
the occasional showers around here in the early morning have added just that extra humidity to make life without A/C move from unpleasant to miserable