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I thought more estranged father and son. Sure one came before the other, but they live pretty different lives.

I both love and dread seeing your Christmas tree story each December because on one hand it reminds me so fondly of my own childhood but on the other hand it has been used as against me so often (in a “why won’t you celebrate Christmas, you can be Jewish and celebrate Christmas, here’s a famous person we both look up to doing it, now you’re upsetting us because you refuse to celebrate our holiday” sort of way) that it just makes me sad these days

I think for me the point of the story is that we children got the thing we wanted, and it wasn’t enforced by what other people thought we should be doing. So I’m really sorry that people are using it to make exactly the opposite point for you. But trust me, they are missing the point.

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My dogs had to go to the vet today and they are so sleepy now...

They keep passing out on their food bowls.

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Equine Veterinary and Dental Services Pty. Ltd. (EVDS) FB post

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i made a flower crown for the boys and nenes face killed me 🤣

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So I live across from Cumberland Isl (Google it) and have been trying to do THIS EXACT THING FOR 5 YEARS NOW. Everyone wants to "save the wild horses" but the tourist (and even locals) who DO NOT deal with them on a daily basis and don't see them slowly starve/die are just too happy to cry and whine about "how we need to preserve the historical heritage of Cumberland Island" etc etc.

As a vet tech, equestrian, animal rescue coordinator, AND ZOOLOGICAL GENETICS SPECIALIST these feral ponies where the thesis to my masters where I worked off a thesis I started and continued for 14 years.

Anyways.

I also like goats. And dogs.

Horseblr, let me tell you about the Dülmener Wildpferd (or Dülmen pony), Germany’s wild horse breed.

These pony-sized fuckers almost died out in the 1800s, but some german politician thought that they were pretty cool and rounded a few of them up. That dude was the Duke of Croy.

It’s a very primitive breed, and you’ll rarely see any coat color other than dun. Nowadays, there’s mainly one big wild herd of them living in some big ol’ fenced fields near Dülmen. Since there used to be less than a hundred, some Exmoor and Welsh Pony stallions were used to add some fresh blood to the breed. But apart from that the goal is to preserve the character and build of this old breed.

So they just let them chill there, you may ask? Eh, mostly. Once a proper herd size of roughly 400 ponies had been established, they quickly noticed that just letting them breed like rabbits wouldn’t be the best thing to do. To avoid inbreeding and a rapid population increase, the stallions only live with them for a fraction of the year. They are left alone apart from that. No vets, no medication and no training. Due to a lack of predators, the most common cause of death is starvation due to dental damage.

But you can’t just ask all colts to kindly gather over there, right? So each year, these horses are round up for the one year old colts to be separated.

So far, so good. The herd is right there, you just have to… find and capture the colts. Nothing easier than capturing the hormonal teenage horses!

Okay, this is just the round-up from a different angle, right? Yes. But look at those guys with red collars and blue shirts on the right. Those are the batshit insane lads who were selected to capture the colts. There’s a total of 30 mad lads from the nearby villages each year.

Their traditional method looks like this:

Keep reading

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💖Maximum Security💖

Maximum Security takes the San Diego Handicap by a nose over Midcourt

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My “let your horses experience scary things” post has been getting a lot of attention and a lot of weird responses so I want to explain some things.

Once, some dillweed came tearing down the breezeway on a dirt bike, doing a wheelie through our entire farm. I watched horses spook like the wave going around a stadium crowd. I was riding my horse, bareback. I was pretty convinced I was going to die, but I just scratched her shoulder, told her it was okay. She was the only horse that didn’t spook out of 70 horses. Some horses on the property were seriously maimed by their spooked frenzy. This isn’t because she wasn’t scared but because we have experienced enough scary things together for her to know that when I tell her it’s okay, it’s okay.

You can’t control the entire world for your horse, so why try to control the small, manageable things?

Here are some things that have happened to my horse in the park:

-a bike with a dog crate on a wheel in front of it filled with barking chihuahuas in dresses

-a horse spooking so badly at said contraption he body slammed her and spun her entire body around

-a trained falcon landing on her head for some reason

-someone starting a chainsaw literally as we passed

-a girl whacking her on the bum with a giant stick on a dark covered bridge for no reason

-a dog running up between her back legs and licking her belly

This is why I don’t ask anyone to move their balloons or get upset about people making noise in the barn.

This is why I let her investigate things she finds scary.

If you want your horse to live in an altered universe where loud noises don’t happen and never take them out of that bubble that’s fine, just understand that other people have different expectations for horses and don’t be a dick when they’re trying to get stuff done and that involves a noise.

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This is my new aesthetic 🔫🐱

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I've spent the last week desensitizing Pearl (a lease horse) to arrows and archery at home and yesterday had our first canter shot. Of course the helmet is in the way of the shot itself but she kept her focus. She has such a lovely canter for this and I can already tell she likes it.

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Chickens were traditionally machines to convert agrarian debris (bugs, seeds) into protein-rich eggs. Their current battery-farming use turning corn feed into breast, thigh, and wing meat is relatively novel.

Pigs are traditionally a way to convert farm waste and forest forage (grubs, mushrooms, nuts) into fat and protein, with pigs hardy enough to stand up to the forest's threats

Cows turn grassland forage into protein-rich milk, meat, and leather. Cows are sturdy enough to be turned loose to live freely outside of direct supervision for long periods in secured territory and then rounded up, so can be raised with little labor on large amounts of poor land. Can move long distances under own power, can be raised in remote areas and sold fresh in high-demand population centers. Dairy herds, by contrast, were kept right outside population centers. Quick-spoiling milk can be processed into cooking lipid butter and stable, transportable, marketable protein source cheese. Can be used as traction-generating and load-bearing beasts.

Sheep are similar to cows at smaller scale and requiring closer attention, process grassland into mutton, milk, and wool, once most important textile in world before cotton.

Horses convert grassland to service as traction-generating and load-bearing beasts. Intelligently trainable, nimblest animals practical to tide.

Donkeys convert grassland to service as traction-generating and load-bearing beasts. Size and output/consumption ratio makes more practical than horses for many applications, but intensely annoying.

Mules - we bred a donkey with a horse to make it less annoying.

Deer, Antelopes, Turkeys, Ducks, Pheasants, etc. - game animals. Sustain their own life cycle from undeveloped land, are hunted in regulated fashion to sustain stock.

Bees - plant-fertilizing function radically increases productivity of fields, yields rich, high-sugar, indefinitely stable honey

Doves - we used to fuckin' farm doves, we'd have big-ass birdhouses out in the fields. Not sure what that was about.

Ostriches - one of those 80s things, a tax dodgee that sounded cool on cocaine

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LORD ROBERTS AND HIS FAVORITE CHARGER, “VOLONEL

(”Volonel” is the white Arab upon which Lord Roberts rode during the Kabul-Kandahar march. The charger was awarded a special decoration by order of her Majesty.)

Photo by Glover, Dublin.

Extracted from: 

Lord Roberts of Kandahar, V.C.: The Life-story of a Great Solider By Walter Jerrold Published 1900

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Yabusame – Horse Archery at Meiji Shrine

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Hey do y'all want some good news?

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Source: Museum of Osteology FB Page

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thank god for cats but also thank god for the Primordial Pouch