Sunday, June 07, 2009

Fun with Nature, #9


This is the sequel to "Phantom", our son's pet toad story posted on our "Fun with nature, # 3"

Remember him?

Phantom is no longer with us but admittedly he lived a spoiled and silver-plattered lifestyle while inside his white bucket abode for a time being so our son could observe his habits.

Phantom was his sweet pet, strange how he got so excited about a toad! We had dozens of toads all over our former land, the norm was to run over them while driving our lawn tractor about every week during lawn cutting duties. Eww....

"Phantom"; Our son's pet "American Toad"

Judging by our son's plea, I suppose this toad was somehow different. He wasn't a bullfrog, or one of those outwardly ugly types of ribbit, he was an "American Toad", but if you asked me - he was still as ugly as any toad I've seen before! But something flickered in our son's heart because it wasn't a familiar thing for him to beg us to allow for an "observation time" aiming to have the thing living in the confines of our garage.

Keeping up the water in pickle jar lids and moisture in the soil was the easy part. Have you ever tried to find food for a toad? Hunting for crickets, worms, beetles, and ridding the house of pesky hand clapped mosquito remnants was the norm for our son's daily excursions to provide food for his dearly beloved "Phantom" pet.

It was a good experience in the end. Within his 5 gallon white bucket abode, Phantom the toad could burrow in the deep soil to his content, and peakaboo holes were made for observing his daily habits. It soon became obvious to our son that even with the very best intentions, he would not be able to keep up his dusk foraging for the toad's food and other assorted amusements just to say he had a pet toad and could keep him alive. It was best to free the warty fellow and allow him to return to nature where he belonged.

The End


Saturday, June 06, 2009

Back in the saddle again

After a bad spill off her horse while it denied her a jump session last week, she is now formally back in the saddle again.

Her horse decided to stop just short of the jump, but then changed his mind and began to dart forward. As if in slow motion, our daughter flew off the back end of the horse and just before landing, her horse's hind foot kicked her hard in the hip.

After the initial shock and before realizing the pain in store for her, the instructor pulled her up and hoisted her back into the saddle again. This is what one is supposed to do, right away to prevent fear from creeping up.

With ice packs, massage rubs, achy soreness from hips to neck, it took a few days but she is back in the saddle again for lessons, assisting in leading corporate trail rides on the teacher's property and the chiropractor has given her a thumbs up to ride after treating her for a twisted pelvis.

Sisters riding together

All this came after three years of riding and never a spill, something she happily announced with confidence at the barn just a few days before her fall. Even her little sister has been thrown from a horse long ago, now it was her turn. For a mother's heart, the scene wasn't a happy one for me, of great concern but I understand it's part of the process of learning to ride and handling a horse.

Last week during her little sister's riding lesson, she was hanging around the barn volunteering to perform tasks at hand with some of the other older girls. Two of the girl's mothers who are also beginner riders join in the lessons with them, and on this particular day the unexpected happened. One of the mothers was thrown off her horse and landed with a booming thud, shock filling her shaking body and she lay injured unable to get up at first.

The instructor summoned for our daughter and assigned her the task of "schooling" the horse real good to snap her out of the negative behavior pattern it was displaying during the lesson in progress. As she has become accustomed to keeping her helmet and riding gear stored at the barn, she was able to stand at the plate and come to the rescue by donning her safety riding gear and swiftly straddled the beast, working him hard while the injured woman was being tended to in the ring. Thankfully the poor mother is okay, bruised and sore, shaken up quite a bit naturally, and will be all fine with some TLC over the course of the next few days. With a positive spirit she did say she'll likely be back with her daughter for next week's lesson. That a girl! ouch...

An unexpected call for help got her up
in the saddle again in no time at all.

Friday, June 05, 2009

Mr. Floppy and Miss Moppy

Our resident bunnies have handled our geographical move well, at least that's what it appears to us thus far.

Properly named, they are; Miss Moppy and Mr. Floppy. Can you guess what influenced these names?

Mr. Floppy

Miss Moppy

Traveling in a vehicle over four hours away with two bunnies who had never traveled beyond the initial pet store drive was an experience for sure. They had to be transported in a separate vehicle than our dogs (think husky dog eats bunny logic), and their resident cages due to their large sizes had been cleaned and packed up onto the moving truck with the rest of our belongings. Both bunnies traveled separately in thick pet styled cardboard boxes we'd purchased from our vet, and their feed and other supplies were on board for the drive.

After arriving at our new home, temporary dog transport kennels were used to place each into, so they too were on board in the vehicle for required transportation to the house. They were unassembled of course as once assembled they were huge compared to the rabbit's sizes.

Since the moving truck was going to be delayed three days, the dog kennel sufficed as temporary holding homes until the bunnies' familiar cages arrived. One of the bunnies never traveled well at all. When you read the rest of this post, maybe you'll guess which one it was.

Since the purchase of our second rabbit proved interesting when the "he" turned out to be a "she" as opposed to the store keeper's announcement, each rabbit resides in their own "Taj Mahal" rabbit cages (had to buy another!), high atop the floor with wheels on the base legs for easy movement.

Weekly maintenance for cage care takes place on Monday mornings, and the entertainment value they offer when bouncing all about during "extended playtimes" outside of their cages individually (remember - they cannot be together!) is a bonus for all present. One of the bunnies' never fails to delight with his ball, bells and other toys. They use their nose and feet to bat things around as if to play catch with themselves, so fun to watch.

Bunnies are an easy animal to own, maintain and care for. Our young daughter has been blessed with the best behaved rabbit and even the store owners were amazed how well "Mr. Floppy" became attached to her. He is gentle and calm with her, but only with her and not anyone else. When the store keeper showed our daughter how to care for her bunny's nails, our daughter had to assist in holding her bunny for the woman because he was calmer. Now our daughter can clip her bunny's nails well when necessary, and without a battle. She loves to cuddle with him (think angora soft fur), carry him close to her chest all off and on daily, and even dress him up in her doll clothes. No matter what she does to the poor little fellow, he will not rebel against her.

In our former home our daughter took her bunny up to her bedroom, closed the door and allowed him free reign on her hardwood flooring. Did you know bunnies will toilet train themselves, at least this one has done a marvelous job of doing so, therefore I have no objection to it bouncing about occasionally indoors. In this home she has carpet in her bedroom so he is only allowed in to play on the hardwood flooring areas.

Our other bunny - "Miss Moppy" has a character and disposition so opposite to "Mr. Floppy", she is not a favorite or a desired bunny to play with or hold. She scratches, and even bites. She doesn't enjoy being held, at all. She is spooked easily, jiggles and wiggles her way here and there, bounding about like a rabbit with a classic case of ADD. No one considers her a fun pet because she won't allow for bonding of any sort with any of our children. She won't even play with her multitude of toys, exuding almost a PMS type of snotty behavior most days. What to do with her? Silly raskilly rabbit!

Mr. and Miss are not allowed to play together (wink) though
their cages remain side by side for distant chats and visits.


As for other bunny issues; I won't kid you they can smell, rather they and their alfalfa can offer undesirable smells. Though they used to reside in our sweet red barn in our former home, they now reside in our garage. I personally wouldn't recommend them being an indoor pet myself, but as they are both "mini lop" breeds, they can tolerate all sorts of weather, even very cold weather, though we did have heaters blasting in our garage for them this past winter.

The ability to have this new pet bunny experience while living in the east has been a sincere blessing for the children. I assure you every bit of energy, time and effort has been well worth having the pitter patter of bunnies in our midst. And best of all, the children's promise of "doing all of the work" has paid off. We the parents have not had to do any of it, well except for moving them geographically and have to endure them in our vehicle. The after smell was just not very pleasant at all.

Hop along now bunnies, time for your speedy bouncy walks with your kitty leashes on for scooping up protection while lingering in the grassy areas outdoors. Though Mr. McGregor's garden is not located near to us, the coyote, wild turkey, porcupine, skunk and black bear might not appreciate you wandering near to their digs. Oh, and we must watch out for vultures, bald eagle and other assorted birds of prey.

Next up, making a wooden outdoor bunny run (divided in two), the kind with chicken wire fencing around it to protect them as they remain outdoors for the warmer season ahead.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

In just three months...

We literally went from the accustomed 3-4 feet of average snow build-up on property grounds,

To this...
Don't you just LOVE when springtime comes, not just for a teaser visit, rather to stay. Don't you just LOVE the way the sun peaks through to wave a good-day hello, and color begins to wrap around our lives once more before the bleak of winter reappears?

Our new deck is coming along and the white wooden lawn chairs are resting to tempt us outdoors again. It is just a grand thing to skip outdoors to catch some sunkisses on my face which always seem to offer me blissful refreshment.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Construction zone


So sorry folks, this blog's sidebars has been under construction all day today as I've been attempting to update everything since our move six months ago.

Hopefully just a few more hours and it will all be completed and I'll be back with my many posts also in progress to catch up with y'all out in blogland.

For all of our google or feedburner subscribers; if it's been some time since you came to call in person, I invite you to come and check out our blog since all of the updates and from the all round facelift from some time ago. I'll be changing photos and juggling things around seasonally, so don't be shy. Drop me a note and tell me what you think.

Hugs!
Renee