“Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.” William Jennings Bryan

Sunday, April 17, 2016

April 17, 2016

There hasn’t been much new to post lately. Things have been blandly and happily routine here. Sometimes nothing new is something new. I take some comfort that it’s been quiet, and we are not battling with anything. Hopefully, the peace will stay.


One thing that I have always known, but still have had a hard time doing, is to let go of the things that take all too much effort to hang onto. Some of these things are dreams, some are people, and some are times. I am learning that I can’t carry these heavy things with me day after day and I need to put them down to move on and be happier. It’s sometimes better to enjoy the passing light of a sunset, trusting that the stars will come out to lead me to the next sunrise. A better day is one that will not weigh me down. 


I took out the apple trees along the driveway which I planted our first year here. I had always wanted apple trees, but unfortunately it didn’t work out. I gave them ten years. I had bought ones that were resistance to blight and other diseases, but they were not tolerant to rust. I don’t know of any apple tree that is. I took my chances but with so many cedar trees – the host plant for rust – they were overwhelmed every summer and always in a weakened state so that they never were healthy and never produced an edible apple. The only way to fight rust is to soak the trees regularly with fungicides and that was never part of my plan. It just didn’t work out.

Now without the apple trees I can open up the area for the goats to graze and I can eliminate a lot of mowing, weed pulling, and trimming. It will be a lot less work for us and the area will be productive again. When one door closes another opens.


In a few weeks I will be getting two honey bee “nucs”, which are each five frames of bees with a laying queen. I will transfer the nucs into their own hives and if all goes well – the weather, having enough pollen/ nectar, staying healthy, etc – they will grow into full colonies.
For the first time in years I have no bees. Last October my last surviving colony absconded – left the hive for unknown reasons to find another home. I have no idea if their flight was successful or not. Maybe they found a hollow in a tree and made it through the winter. I hope so. Yesterday there were honey bees on the dandelions in the side yard which means there is a least a colony somewhere in the area, and that colony could be feral or from another beekeeper’s yard. I do wonder if they were once mine.


Six weeks ago we bought 7 one day old chicks – six black sex-links and one white anuranca. The first few weeks they lived under a heat lamp in a brooder box in my daughter’s room (her choice). As they got bigger we moved them into a larger “box” and put them in the downstairs bathroom. We planned to take them to the baby chicken pen outside, but the weather turned too cold. Instead, we made a “playpen” in the family room so that they had more room. The weather has finally warmed, so yesterday we moved them outside. In a few weeks they will be big enough to start free ranging, and in maybe a month, they will be able to fend for themselves and be allowed to blend into our main flock. It won’t be too long then that they will be laying eggs.


Overall, it’s a good spring! All’s wel!

Thursday, March 17, 2016

March 17, 2016

Last fall, Louie laid an egg. Well sort of. He passed an enterolith the size of a baseball. An enterolith is basically a stone made of minerals that forms when an indigestible object, such as a nail or piece of baling string, enters the intestines. The horse’s defense is to surround the object with minerals so that it can do no harm, similar to how an oyster creates a pearl around a grain of sand. Usually these are small and pass unnoticed. In other instances, they are not readily passed and the body continues to add layers and it grows larger and larger. If they grow large enough, an enterolith can easily block the intestines and cause colic, which can quickly become fatal.  Lou is lucky. Judging from the size of his enterolith, it probably had been growing in his intestines for many years, and is more than big enough to cause colic.  It would be interesting to have it sawed in half to see what’s inside, yet we are going to keep it intact as a reminder of Lou’s luck, and as conversation piece.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

January 16, 2016

Been a tough few weeks. I lost another friend.

This time it was my wife’s aunt Carolyn. And at times, my partner in crime.

Aunt Carolyn was always the one who could tell a joke and laugh at one.

She always “got” my sarcasms and when I was around her I never felt alone, or like I was the only one in left field. She was always in left field with me, or maybe I was in left field with her. We caught a lot of balls together and threw a lot of runners out at third.

She said what she thought, and sometimes she said things to see what others thought. Call it a poke, a jab, or whatever. You had to be on your toes around her.

She made me laugh, some of the things she said. She had timing.

And she was tough. All the Robinsons are tough. And what makes them so tough is that they are always honest. Carolyn was no exception.

She loved life. Something that is not always easy for someone like me. She didn’t love life like a witty quote. She loved it because she enjoyed it. I looked up to that. She always had a gleam in her eye that was a reflection of the world around her.

This spring she won’t be calling me for honey before the bees come out of their hive. She won’t send me $5.00 and I won’t send it back. One year we traded that $5.00 for maybe three times before she gave up…until the next year when she sent a $10.

The last time I saw her she lifted up her head and smiled. She lifted her hand and pointed her finger at me. It had the little red light on it – the one that is wired to the monitor. She shook it at me and said “You…you...it’s you…” That little red light pointing at me like a bouncing flash light. All I could do was smile. For a half hour I sat near her. Both of us in left field, throwing to third.

It would be our last throw.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

January 5, 2016

Yesterday the weather turned seasonably cold and the animals, instead of huddling up, were wound up and ready to play. With fully grown winter coats combined with the warm temperatures we’ve had these past weeks, they have been lethargic and uncomfortable, moving slowly, sweating, and generally moping around. On New Years eve, Zip had colic, which we are assuming was the result of the warm weather. We considered shaving them, but felt that the cold would soon come, and from past experience, we know our guys don’t like blankets – Louie had a habit of reaching back and grabbing the blanket with his teeth, pulling it off every time we tried to get it on. Zip and Pat resisted in their own ways too. We always ended up with torn blankets, and at times found them trampled in the mud.

Yesterday it finally was cold enough outside to make them completely comfortable which lifted their spirits, and what fun it was to watch the horses race and the goats play! Pat (despite his DSLD) and Zip took off across the fields while ‘ol Lou pranced and did his trademark sideways dance across the paddock, getting all four of his ‘clompers” off the ground at the same time. Not bad for an old guy.

And the goats played chase the goat with each other, and after a while, Frances decided to get playful rearing up on Mary and Irene. For an hour or so, they were acting like they did when they were “kids” years ago.

Snoops, who doesn’t want anything to do with the other goats, was on her own close by,  excitedly chomping away at all the green grass she could stuff herself with. We always call her a 747 after she eats, as she expands almost to the size of one!

The chickens? Well chickens don’t show much excitement, but it seems they were all running around as if they too were feeling better in this cold.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

November 28, 2015

Yesterday was the first I ever went black Friday shopping- Kath and I headed straight to Tractor Supply and picked up bird seed, chicken scratch, goat supplements, paint brushes, stall mats, a metal garbage can, and a bale of pine shavings.  

When we got home we walked out to the stable and began painting the new repairs that our carpenter had made to the sliding doors and stall window last week. Then Kath cleaned out the tack room while I walked back towards the house to the goat pens to rake them out.

It was mid afternoon when Kath tacked up Zip for a quick walk around, and I lazily rode the old man (Lou) around the pastures to keep his creaky bones exercised. Not to leave Pat out, I put him on a lead and took him up the drive where the grass is still green and let him feast for a bit.

Life isn’t too complicated. It might not be easy, but it sure beats the traffic of cars and money.

Monday, November 9, 2015

November 9, 2015

“Its not me behind the wheel this time”.

It was 6 months ago yesterday that our family was at my father’s side when he let go of his world, his life, and his pain. During the days that he laid in the ICU and later in hospice, I went off by myself to an empty stairwell and listened to the song, “O’ City Lights”, by Gregory Alan Isakov. It is a song about dying, but it is also a song about learning to let go and understanding that there is so little we can control.

Whenever I start thinking of my dad, I turn to this song and listen to it again and again. There is nothing more I could have done, and there is nothing more I can do, no matter how many times I replay the lifetime of memories and of those final days ending with the moment he found peace. Yet, the emptiness grows more empty, coming on with stronger thoughts arguing that maybe I could have done something more. But,

I had no control.

I am still hopelessly wrestling with this reality, trying to get the wheel back, even though it was never in my hands all along.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

October 22, 2015

I recently spent a few days in Temecula California visiting my brother and his family. In the mornings, I went with my brother to walk his two dogs. He parked his car at a small playground where two dirt roads coming from different directions dead ended and were blocked off with concrete barriers to stop vehicle access. One stretched above and between two fallow farm fields, and ahead intersected with another dirt road that ran along the back fencing of several large dry lots (paddocks) which was part of a sizable horse farm.

The first day we that walked past the farm, the horses were far away, deep in the front areas of the paddocks. I stopped for awhile, taking in the paddocks- each at least two acres in size- some holding a few horses and others holding a dozen or more. In all, there were at least six or seven paddocks, and I estimated about fifty horses in all the paddocks that I could see. I could tell that this was only a small part of a huge farm, and due to its size and the amount of horses, it was most likely a breeding farm. I was just seeing the “tip of the iceberg”.

My brother said that he often sees people feeding carrots to the horses when they are near the back fence. I was slightly disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to interact with any of the horses, but we still had a three mile walk ahead of us, and there would be plenty else ahead to see. In the distance ahead, colorful hot air balloons hung in the sky, populating the otherwise colorless, empty sky. We moved on.

And there was so much more to see– stucco mansions with rippling orange tiled roofs, then even greater mansions, gated homes, fields of tumbleweeds, orange groves, and hillsides rowed with grape vines, and a private landing strip where the homeowner kept his small plane in a hanger-like garage that served as the first story of his home. We passed other small farms of maybe an acre or less in size. Some held a horse or two, while others were “animal less” and the outbuildings were crumbling.

We were walking the dogs in an area where the farms were disintegrating in the advance of suburban neighborhoods. Dirt roads were changing to pavement, lots where tumble weeds once rolled were replaced with overdone landscaping, farm fields converted to neighborhoods, and hill tops bulldozed flat for new foundations. The areas we walked were the future that was both meeting and overtaking the past. This was evident all around us, except for that horse farm, that time hadn’t seemed to budge.

The next day we walked the same route, but in reverse, beginning on the other dead ended dirt road and finishing on the one that had we started on the day before. This time as we passed the paddocks, three horses that had broken off from the herd were standing close to the back fence. There was nothing particular about any of these three thoroughbreds. They were friendly and nuzzled my hand and let me rub their manes for awhile. One horse had a tangle in its mane and allowed me to make a futile attempt to undo it. Realizing that I had no treats for them, the three lost interest in me and turned away to graze. I had noticed that the horse that had let me try to work out her mane had an expensive leather halter on with a brass name plate “Impressive Attire”. The others had common strap halters, worn and torn at the edges from years of use. I was able to take a few photos of the three up close and a few shots as they wandered away back towards the main herd. I made a mental note to look up “Impressed Attire” when I got home, just out of curiosity. Having a leather halter and a brass name plate isn’t always significant – Riley, the lesson horse I usually ride at Still-a –Hill has one, and he is nothing but…a lesson horse, and my favorite!

I returned home and after looking at the photos of the three horses I had met over the fence that morning in California, I googled “Impressive Attire” and was surprised by the amount of results that loaded, and I began to research her.

Impressive Attire was foaled in 2005 from lines of many well known race horses. Her sire was Seeking the Gold, a horse that had won over $2.3 million during his career, and had raced in well known races such as the 1988 Haskell Invitational, and the 1988 Breeders Cup, finishing second to Alysheba, who had won both the 1987 Kentucky Derby and Preakness. Seeking the Gold’s Sire was Mr. Prospector, who sired one winner of each of the Triple Crown races, and whose male line descendents include Smarty Jones, Funny Cide, War Emblem, Curlin, American Pharoah, and others. Impressive Attire’s sire was no slouch, nor was her grand sire!

Her dam was Sharp Cat, who won fifteen of twenty two starts, seven being Grade 1 races. Other horses in her dam side’s pedigree include Northern Dancer (winner of the 1964 Kentucky Derby and Belmont Stakes) and Secretariat, the 1973 Triple Crown winner who broke all records, and one of the greatest race horses of all time.

In 2010, at Three Chimney’s Farm in Kentucky, Impressive Attire foaled the filly Give Me a Cocktail by Big Brown, winner of the 2008 Kentucky Derby, Belmont Stakes, and Haskell Invitational. It was the first foal for both horses. Give Me a Cocktail’s racing record includes five starts, one win, and career winnings of $8,650. Unfortunately, Give Me a Cocktail did not come close to having the success that her sire had had.

For a person such as me who likes horses and history, I feel that I was lucky to stumble upon a horse that carries the genes of so many legends, even if those genes never aligned to make her into one; I had not tried to untangle the mane of a famous race horse, but the mane of a horse that is a part of thoroughbred racing’s rich history. With a simple touch of her mane, I had connected with some of the greatest horses of all time. I think it’s pretty cool, out there in practically nowhere along a dirt road that by chance I ran into a horse that once was given the highest hopes and now seems just as ordinary as any other. But given her pedigree and brood mare chances, Impressive Attire will never be just an ordinary horse.