I had no idea that horses shed. Hmm learn something new everyday
I have Arabs, they don't have hair like some breeds. My filly literally blows her coat in a couple of days. She leaves hair EVERYWHERE! Then her mother finally sheds 3 weeks later.
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I had no idea that horses shed. Hmm learn something new everyday
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LOL.... Actually the previous flock I bought from a local guy. Most were really good fliers in a pinch. I guess Landrace is the term.... Allowed to free roam and breed at will and the survivors were the ones that got to contribute to the gene pool. The owner was a hatchaholic too. So when he advertised chickens for two bucks a piece I went to go get me a flock.
So I go over there drive my car up a back road and here is the remains of an ancient egg farm.... Only one coop/barn was still standing and the only reason it hadn't fallen down was it didn't know which way to fall. He came out with a net and a big grin and a net. When he realized i didn't have a cage.... he laughed and brought out a section of old layer cage.... about four feet long.
I pointed and he caught.... it was great. He picked me out a couple of roos too very nice pretty ones. While he was corraling Chickens there was one hen just standing there kind of Bemused.... no tail feathers. He walked by her and asked me if I wanted this roo too? Ignorant as I was I said.... "Thats a ROO?" "Yep"... I said sure.
I came home with ten hens and three roos. Waylin, Willie, and Bubba. Waylin had a beautiful masterful crow he was the boss.... Willie had a crooked crow Started with his head up and delivered it down to the side.... Bubba just stood and watched.... those three roosters were a daily form of entertainment. Each did their jobs of keeping watch over the girls. I had at least four broodies in that bunch and quite a few of them layed blue eggs.
One day I was down with Asthma induced by Bronchitis.... So I was laying on the mattress on the floor I didnt have a bed frame then. Using my nebulizer between Naps. The slider to my room was open and every once and a while I could hear a hen Awwwk....? Awwwwk....? I look up and there is Henny Penny scopin out of my room..... had just stepped inside the room. I whispered shoo and tossed a wad of paper at her.... off she skittered. Awwk.... Awwk... litlte black hen gave me the stink eye form outside of the door then scurried off. She was cute a good broodie and about big enough to set on five or six eggs.
I was awakened from my next nap with a BLOOD curdling scream..... I heard the flapping from the side yard and Here comes Willie being chased by Waylin.... OMG... Here comes Bubba.... walking along behind. He had the demeanor of someone watching a movie... a vaguely interesting one. Laughter and Asthma.... NOT a good combination.....
Now out here in the California desert we have quail that have those top knot feathers... cute little buggers.... Fat too because of all the chicken feed they helped themselves to. They would sit along the dog kennel panels and fuss at me when it was feeding time. But they have such a beautiful song... Kind of like resonating bells....
So I hear Waylin doooodle dooo his masterful crow from one side of the yard..... Then I hear Willie with his high low Doodle dooo from the other side of the yard. Off in the corner I hear a lilting musical crow but really it sounded like someone had taught a Quail how to crow. That got me out of bed.
I tiptoed to the door I didnt want to scare the quail away... And there was Bubba Facing the rocks.... standing there no tail feathers ( they never grew in)..... but where was the Quail... I looked further into the rocks Sometimes a male will get high up in the rocks to sing his song.... Just then Bubba Flapped his wings and Doodle dooed the loveliest crow I have ever heard. It was him.... That was the day I changed his name from Bubba to Elvis.
For what its worth.... My episodes of illness dissipated after I moved to that house. My old house was a sick house.... sigh.
deb
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Sorry guys! Did not mean to bring drama to the porch.
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Quote: You do? Can you post pics? I LOVE Arabs!!!! I know with the current breeding system, harm has happened. However, they are sooooo pretty! Growing up I only had lessons on Arabs, they were smart, sweet and just wanted to hang around. Loved that about them.
Quote: Pounds of it.... LOL. They even make shedding blades that are like a big saw blade with handles on ech in with very very fine teeth. You should see the big sghs and looks of apprecaiation when you work on shedding them out. OF course when You are done you got hair Everywhere... and some places youd never expect.... LOL
deb
I had my one and only when I was 34. Hes going to be 25 in October.... He was older than me by the time he was ten.... LOL...Oh yeah and since it was such a beautiful day, I spent it taking spring pics of all my kiddos. Nothing makes me smile more than pictures of my kids. Did I mention my oldest will be 16 in a couple months!??! At 33 yrs old, I am not old enough for this! She is ready for her license and I am not lol.
LOL.... Actually the previous flock I bought from a local guy. Most were really good fliers in a pinch. I guess Landrace is the term.... Allowed to free roam and breed at will and the survivors were the ones that got to contribute to the gene pool. The owner was a hatchaholic too. So when he advertised chickens for two bucks a piece I went to go get me a flock.
So I go over there drive my car up a back road and here is the remains of an ancient egg farm.... Only one coop/barn was still standing and the only reason it hadn't fallen down was it didn't know which way to fall. He came out with a net and a big grin and a net. When he realized i didn't have a cage.... he laughed and brought out a section of old layer cage.... about four feet long.
I pointed and he caught.... it was great. He picked me out a couple of roos too very nice pretty ones. While he was corraling Chickens there was one hen just standing there kind of Bemused.... no tail feathers. He walked by her and asked me if I wanted this roo too? Ignorant as I was I said.... "Thats a ROO?" "Yep"... I said sure.
I came home with ten hens and three roos. Waylin, Willie, and Bubba. Waylin had a beautiful masterful crow he was the boss.... Willie had a crooked crow Started with his head up and delivered it down to the side.... Bubba just stood and watched.... those three roosters were a daily form of entertainment. Each did their jobs of keeping watch over the girls. I had at least four broodies in that bunch and quite a few of them layed blue eggs.
One day I was down with Asthma induced by Bronchitis.... So I was laying on the mattress on the floor I didnt have a bed frame then. Using my nebulizer between Naps. The slider to my room was open and every once and a while I could hear a hen Awwwk....? Awwwwk....? I look up and there is Henny Penny scopin out of my room..... had just stepped inside the room. I whispered shoo and tossed a wad of paper at her.... off she skittered. Awwk.... Awwk... litlte black hen gave me the stink eye form outside of the door then scurried off. She was cute a good broodie and about big enough to set on five or six eggs.
I was awakened from my next nap with a BLOOD curdling scream..... I heard the flapping from the side yard and Here comes Willie being chased by Waylin.... OMG... Here comes Bubba.... walking along behind. He had the demeanor of someone watching a movie... a vaguely interesting one. Laughter and Asthma.... NOT a good combination.....
Now out here in the California desert we have quail that have those top knot feathers... cute little buggers.... Fat too because of all the chicken feed they helped themselves to. They would sit along the dog kennel panels and fuss at me when it was feeding time. But they have such a beautiful song... Kind of like resonating bells....
So I hear Waylin doooodle dooo his masterful crow from one side of the yard..... Then I hear Willie with his high low Doodle dooo from the other side of the yard. Off in the corner I hear a lilting musical crow but really it sounded like someone had taught a Quail how to crow. That got me out of bed.
I tiptoed to the door I didnt want to scare the quail away... And there was Bubba Facing the rocks.... standing there no tail feathers ( they never grew in)..... but where was the Quail... I looked further into the rocks Sometimes a male will get high up in the rocks to sing his song.... Just then Bubba Flapped his wings and Doodle dooed the loveliest crow I have ever heard. It was him.... That was the day I changed his name from Bubba to Elvis.
For what its worth.... My episodes of illness dissipated after I moved to that house. My old house was a sick house.... sigh.
deb