Hi my names 1.2many and im an Aucklander
6 years 6 months ago #532922 by 1.2many
Hi my names 1.2many and im an Aucklander was created by 1.2many
Hi all... so who thought country life wasnt tHat hard? id never heard any famer complaining about anything that is directly relative to their health or happiness, plus i thought i was fairly tough.
anyways- turns out im not tough.
..as a kid i used to think i could talk to cows, as they wouldcome to me when i sat on the fence and chatted to them. apparently as i later learned, theyd just assumed i had feed or what not for them& the only reason it was only me that could do it, was because i was the only dick trying to. sigh. so being the ever sensitive and over alert animal lover that i am..
i have a question that has oft plagued my mind on yukky days & stormy nights.... tho i have not acted on this for several years since i saved Trinket whom we were keeping in a steepish paddock for a neighbour.
Trinket was a miniture horse /ahem/ StaLLion & i think he hated me.
so on a week house sitting at my mums wee 2cow 3cat one dog (& now trinket)
farm... i get home from a long day at work 50mins away in akl, its 9pm and raining like feck, so i decide trinket who i can see in the light from the house, is standing in a corner in the far top right
corner- looking at me, must be cold & most likely very wet.
poor trinket says i.
"i know" ill rig wee horsey up a makeshift shelter, from a tarp using rope to afix it to the pumphouse down there and those 2 cinder blocks ive seen lying next to said pumphouse.
so here i am, already soaked, in mummys gummys & holding a torch in my mouth with an extra cpl of bricks a tarp scrunched up and wrapped with already attached bits of rope, climbing all wobbly like over the fence ( it was wobbly cos appardntly they had put their posts too far apart initially).
as soon as i make my way down to the pumphouse, drooling cos of torch in mouth & fitness-
Trinket aka Trojan starts along the top of the fenceline watching me.
thankfully i went as the crow flies and he was more like snakes n ladders minus the snakes or ladders .
id just finished unwrapping (annoyingly) the tarp, tying it onto the poor pumphouse roof and chucking the cinderblocks onto the corner...and Mr is now ten metres away heading ... um 'steadily' toward me.
at this point i start up the hill with a nervous gait- backwards
( never turn ur back on the sea grandad used to say ) and the damned horse whilst looking at me, approaches my lean-to and whilst still holding eyecontact proceeds to stamp his mighty hoof, once, about a foot ( no pun intended) high up my tarp. this at once brought tarp to a heap atop my cinderblocks and then chases me aggresively ( i assumed) out of his paddock.
in my mind i thought id throw myself highjump style over the rickety fence with him chomping on my gumboot.
when thankfully his legs were so little, he couldnt run straight up the hill after me. & when i did glance back from my side of the fence he was still on the third ( of maybe 10) zigzag up the hill.
"ar$rh@le" i muttered.. shaking.
"last time,ever".
sooooo that was one of the reasons i stopped listening to my hippy ideas.
Though ive just moved to mums property some 7 yrs later and am kind of fond of Brown cow ( we have "Brown cow" and "the black one thats not ours" ie; his meat has been sold and Mum eats brown cow- next week. which is irrelevant i guess).
its been pretty cold lately ( 7 degrees *heh) most nights and i worry that Brown cow & The other one are probably cold and most upsetting, that they may be unhappy.
do they get cold? or unhappy in bad weather?
and when these two go - wont the replacement wee cows/calves get cold also
we have a poor excuse for a shelter belt in this paddock ( flat paddock) as the macrocarpa were dying and therefore cut down and the other trees are skinny poplar type things with a poor excuse for shelter sitting 3m above ground & a corrugated iron fence on one side about 5ft tall but its on the side that the warm wind comes from...
any ideas on a solution and/or do i even need one¿
kind regards
Frightfully inadequite (sp) greenhorn.
P.S did i mention im a veggie¿
anyways- turns out im not tough.
..as a kid i used to think i could talk to cows, as they wouldcome to me when i sat on the fence and chatted to them. apparently as i later learned, theyd just assumed i had feed or what not for them& the only reason it was only me that could do it, was because i was the only dick trying to. sigh. so being the ever sensitive and over alert animal lover that i am..
i have a question that has oft plagued my mind on yukky days & stormy nights.... tho i have not acted on this for several years since i saved Trinket whom we were keeping in a steepish paddock for a neighbour.
Trinket was a miniture horse /ahem/ StaLLion & i think he hated me.
so on a week house sitting at my mums wee 2cow 3cat one dog (& now trinket)
farm... i get home from a long day at work 50mins away in akl, its 9pm and raining like feck, so i decide trinket who i can see in the light from the house, is standing in a corner in the far top right
corner- looking at me, must be cold & most likely very wet.
poor trinket says i.
"i know" ill rig wee horsey up a makeshift shelter, from a tarp using rope to afix it to the pumphouse down there and those 2 cinder blocks ive seen lying next to said pumphouse.
so here i am, already soaked, in mummys gummys & holding a torch in my mouth with an extra cpl of bricks a tarp scrunched up and wrapped with already attached bits of rope, climbing all wobbly like over the fence ( it was wobbly cos appardntly they had put their posts too far apart initially).
as soon as i make my way down to the pumphouse, drooling cos of torch in mouth & fitness-
Trinket aka Trojan starts along the top of the fenceline watching me.
thankfully i went as the crow flies and he was more like snakes n ladders minus the snakes or ladders .
id just finished unwrapping (annoyingly) the tarp, tying it onto the poor pumphouse roof and chucking the cinderblocks onto the corner...and Mr is now ten metres away heading ... um 'steadily' toward me.
at this point i start up the hill with a nervous gait- backwards
( never turn ur back on the sea grandad used to say ) and the damned horse whilst looking at me, approaches my lean-to and whilst still holding eyecontact proceeds to stamp his mighty hoof, once, about a foot ( no pun intended) high up my tarp. this at once brought tarp to a heap atop my cinderblocks and then chases me aggresively ( i assumed) out of his paddock.
in my mind i thought id throw myself highjump style over the rickety fence with him chomping on my gumboot.
when thankfully his legs were so little, he couldnt run straight up the hill after me. & when i did glance back from my side of the fence he was still on the third ( of maybe 10) zigzag up the hill.
"ar$rh@le" i muttered.. shaking.
"last time,ever".sooooo that was one of the reasons i stopped listening to my hippy ideas.
Though ive just moved to mums property some 7 yrs later and am kind of fond of Brown cow ( we have "Brown cow" and "the black one thats not ours" ie; his meat has been sold and Mum eats brown cow- next week. which is irrelevant i guess).
its been pretty cold lately ( 7 degrees *heh) most nights and i worry that Brown cow & The other one are probably cold and most upsetting, that they may be unhappy.
do they get cold? or unhappy in bad weather?
and when these two go - wont the replacement wee cows/calves get cold also
we have a poor excuse for a shelter belt in this paddock ( flat paddock) as the macrocarpa were dying and therefore cut down and the other trees are skinny poplar type things with a poor excuse for shelter sitting 3m above ground & a corrugated iron fence on one side about 5ft tall but its on the side that the warm wind comes from...
any ideas on a solution and/or do i even need one¿
kind regards
Frightfully inadequite (sp) greenhorn.
P.S did i mention im a veggie¿
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6 years 6 months ago #532930 by LongRidge
Replied by LongRidge on topic Hi my names 1.2many and im an Aucklander
Our mini horse gets fat on the smell of food, eats anything, loves children ....
. When we got her we did not realise that over-fed horses turn into maniacs, so we put her into the hay paddock to help clear up after the hay was gone. It took a couple of weeks of dieting for her to quieten down.
To keep warm, cattle face their bums into the wind, sit down, and chew their cud. The food in the rumen is fermenting, and when fermentation happens heat is produced. So a cow with plenty of roughage in the rumen and some fat on her body is unlikely to get harmfully cold. Mine do sit under the totara trees sometimes, but they generally prefer to sit somewhere where falling branches will not hit them. So long as your cattle are fed enough, the Auckland frosts will not harm them.
. When we got her we did not realise that over-fed horses turn into maniacs, so we put her into the hay paddock to help clear up after the hay was gone. It took a couple of weeks of dieting for her to quieten down.To keep warm, cattle face their bums into the wind, sit down, and chew their cud. The food in the rumen is fermenting, and when fermentation happens heat is produced. So a cow with plenty of roughage in the rumen and some fat on her body is unlikely to get harmfully cold. Mine do sit under the totara trees sometimes, but they generally prefer to sit somewhere where falling branches will not hit them. So long as your cattle are fed enough, the Auckland frosts will not harm them.
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