Lighthouses blow no horns; they only shine."
~ D. L. Moody ~
-- Froze 3 dozen eggs; froze peaches.
-- The farrier gave the horses their pedicures.
-- The "escape horse" and Chuck have been getting out into the hayfield for several days. The pond is shrinking because of the heat/evaporation/lack of rain, so each day they'd have a new spot to go through the old broken down fence through the pond. We finally had to bite the bullet and brave the mud - well, hubby did, not me! I stood on firmer ground with a rope in case he got stuck, which he nearly did a few times, almost losing a boot. The mud was very deep and very sticky. We wondered how the horses are able to get back out after getting a drink, but then compared them to a "4-wheel-drive" vehicle: they can put their weight on their back legs and pull out the front hooves.
Normally the water would be over hubby's head if
he were standing in this spot in a normal year.
Our master plan has always been to reroute the fence so that it goes around the pond instead of through it, but we ended up just replacing the fence fabric, at least for now. We've decided that the best use of our fencing materials and energy will be to finish fencing the hayfield this fall so we can let the horses out there to graze over the winter, since hay is going to be so scarce. Hopefully there will be enough rain after our neighbor cuts and bales the field to grow enough grass to sustain the horses till next spring.
-- I pulled all of the debris from the demolished sheep shed out of the pond this week, except the roof piece which was too heavy for me to do alone.
-- Monday evening I had a dead hen in the chicken coop and two more that were in trouble, laying on their sides and panting in the heat. I filled a coffee can with water from the nearby horse trough and poured it on the hens, but of course the water just ran right off their feathers. I poured another can-full on them, but this time I lifted up their wings and poured it on their bodies underneath. I did this several times, then moved a shallow waterer near them and dipped their beaks in the water. One hen did not drink, but the other did, and I dipped her beak several times in the water, and continued to try getting the first hen to drink. I poured more water under their wings over a period of time. By this time they were laying on wet dirt, but mud is cooler than dirt so I didn't move them. I encouraged them to drink again, left the waterer within reach, and hoped for the best in the morning. Thankfully they were both alive the next day; they ran out of the coop with the others and ate breakfast.
This form of first aid for heat stroke is what saved our son one year ago today. I truly believe that the medic in his National Guard unit saved his life by pouring ice water on his chest while waiting for the ambulance to arrive, thus lowering his body temperature. He spent six days in the hospital, including several days in the cardiac care unit. I'm still thankful for the blessings we experienced that week.