4Shoes 'BOOKENDS'; Morgan Horses

4Shoes 'BOOKENDS'; Morgan Horses
“Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.” ~Langston Hughes *pictured: '4Shoes Bookends'

Monday, 18 June 2018

Emergency Operator

Oh now, you know you would be dialing for emergency attention in times of the blues if this sweet Officer was the one to respond & cuddle you right back into a smile. 

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

Bunny Bombs

You may remember Floki. Floki has been @ the 4Shoes since the start of our adventures in rabbit raising. Here he is just the other day, looking pensively out upon the kingdom from the top of a stump. Until he noticed me snapping pics...
"Ahem. Just what are you looking at?"
Well duh, your spectacular EYELASHES for days!

"Oh. Well then, yes, understandable. Do carry on, with my blessings, of course."
Why, thank you. You little despot. 

 Introducing Peytir, an 18 month old solid red New Zealand buck. Peytir was bought for $5 at a farmers' market as a pet but, once he got past the baby cute stage, the kid kind of lost interest (go figure). The mom finally got tired of nagging him & called to ask if I would take Peytir & his brother, to which I agreed. When the 2 arrived, Peytir jumped out of the box as bright & shiny as a copper penny with a sunny disposition to match.
His brother.... did not.
Sooo, Mr. Biteyface went to meet Mr Shoes... It later turned out that the scratchy little monster went very nicely in sweet n' sour sauce over rice. 

Isn't this little fellow just the spitting image of his big Papa Peytir?!
Also meet this sweet sable dude, just Mr SuperChill, sunning himself on a beautiful June day. SuperChill left yesterday to be a pet bunny in the lap of luxury. 
No, not to a child, to a permanently childless couple. SuperChill is also super lucky. 

And this pair of jokers. The first Peytir litter started out as 6, but 2 sadly failed to thrive. The ups & downs of farm life; I'd rather dwell on the haves instead of the have-nots.  
*TOTALLY NEW TOPIC*
No, seriously, please tell me about your socks.

I have been wearing the same few pair of silk riding socks during the warm weather for, literally, years & years; they wear that well, honestly. 
My silk socks are just the nicest feeling in boots, even cowboy boots, because they are like a second skin &, if they should get damp (like when you put your leg down too soon in a river crossing), they don't feel damp & yucky. 

Probably goes without saying, but I like socks with the pretty, horse-related patterns best. Preferably knee highs, or whatever they call boot height nowadays, but I wouldn't turn my nose up at ankle socks if they had your stamp of approval that they don't slip down into your footwear. 

Being a (not at all) fashionista, I'm not too sure about 'new technology' in socks making them actually worth $22/pair. But if you tell me that you've tried them out & they are worth the dinero, then hokaydokay. 
Nor do I understand all the hubub about bamboo...? Socks made out of grass? Hmmm, come to think on it, my ponehs might like that entirely too much... But I'm really hoping you all will throw your opinions & suggestions at me. 
Y'know, before I drop big bucks on too hots.

PLEASE HELP ME!
What is your favourite riding socks?
Why are they top of your list? 
Where do you get them?, & 
What should I expect to pay? 

My tootsies will totally thank you. 

Friday, 25 May 2018

First Rain 2018

We've been waiting for rain. Rain has been forecast a few times, but nada. Crops & pasture have been slow to appear. Really slow, & mostly brown. You can imagine how impressed the ponehs have been with that sitch.  
Last night though, we got a full meal deal here @ the 4Shoes! 
Yep, full on lightning, thunder, high winds, monsoon-style rain, &, just for giggles, hail too. 
6 miles away @ the Wildrose, all they got was a gentle shower...   So boring. 
This rain barrel started the day out empty.
The storm lasted a total of 20 minutes. 
Promptly upon the storms end, frog song rose to a deafening level. Humidity is now sky high & air conditioning is no longer an option if I am to retain my sanity.
Garden check this morning revealed some broken kohlrabi stocks, but otherwise no damage. Thankfully the hailstones last night were tiny; in this video you can see little flashes of white flying everywhere. 
By noon, Mother Nature had begun steam cooking the Interlake region like it's her full time job paying triple overtime. Crops should be good this year now; I, on the other hand, will have to be most careful not to melt.