We have 4 new additions to our flock. Pictured left to right; Marshmallow, Shirley, Cadbury, and Meryl Sheep.
The white girls are Texel cross, and the brown girl is a Dorper cross.
Slim Shady the miniature horse arrived at the farm on the weekend, to the girls joy.
Now I have learned in the past year that any equinuus caraballas less than 14.2hh is a pony. Unless they are a miniature horse, in which case they are a horse. Why the contradiction?
My reading on the topic is that ponies are naturally occurring, often specific breeds like Shetland ponies or Welsh Mountain ponies. The miniature horse in contrast was developed in the 17th century as a toy for the European nobility. They are like a bantamised horse and retain horse phenotypes.
This is pepper one of our new Black Orpington hens.
They are an interesting addition to our growing flock. Orpington chickens hail from Orpington Kent, in the UK. They were developed in the late 1880s, a cross between Plymouth Rocks, langshans and minorcans.
This is Dunlee our Kaimanawa/ American Quarter Horse cross.
When horse racing developed in America in the 17th and 18th centuries they were often run over shorter courses than the classic English races. The quarter horse developed as a breed that excelled at sprinting over the quarter mile course, hence the name.
Their speed and agility later made them a firm favorite with the cowboys of the old west.
I recently found photos of my thoroughbred Power in race mode. . . and winning form.
It is hard to believe that the chilled goof ball in the paddock was not long ago a pumped elite athelete.
This week we farewelled two of our sheep. Although it is not so much goodbye as see you again real soon….and their hearts haven’t left the farm.
Yes we got the farm kill man in to silence the lambs.
Lessons: do not name your lambs, and get generic white lambs, not coloured, aethestically interesting ones that are therefore indivually identifiable.AND do not sketch or do paintings of your sheep.
It was with sadness I learned that one of the departed, was Midnight.
We have four hens who despite my best carpentry efforts refuse to roost inside their house out of the cold, but instead on a gate.
There they are exposed to the elements and any predators that may lurk in the dark. I have gone out after dark and physically moved them several times, but still they prefer the gate.
Chickens are crazy.