Anywho.
I'm rather proud of my farm, so I thought i'd show it off.
The house is over 100 years old, though in the 60's it was MOVED, and then they gave the house a basement (rather then a cellar). The original glass on the building (which was replaced soon after) never broke in the whole move. Which gives credit to the fact that my great grandfather on my mothers side built the house.
The massive trees that you see (the pines) were planted in 1914, and are giants. They're quite beautiful and are a wonderful shelterbelt that keeps the wind out. The only way you know it's windy when you're standing in the front yard (which is where the photos were taken) is that the trees tops will sway. Unfortunately this winter one of the trees tops snapped off, but it's bound to happen. A few of the smaller ones have died, but we're careful to replant any baby trees we find so that we can keep our shelterbelt intact!
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My farm is now 360 some odd acres large, which equals about two quarters of land (or so the saying goes up here). We have both grain fields (currently canola and wheat) along with pasture land for cattle. We rent out the pasture land to our neighbours, who graze their cattle there (they're cute, and evil all at once). We also rent out the farm land.
This is the view of one of our fields taken by me, whilst riding.
And riding...
As most of you know, i've got horses. I own two horses.
The first being the most important is Smoky.
This image was taken this weekend. Smoky is a 16 year old Fleabitten grey arabian gelding (meaning he's been neutered). Smoky was abused quite badly when he was young and is scared of men. He dislikes our vet (who is the only person Smoky has ever bit!) and he's afraid of brightly colored objects, land marks, things he's seen for the past 11 years, people, dogs, the other horses... to be honest, he's afraid of everything under saddle. But he's a sweetheart on the ground. I can take him anywhere (including the porch of our farmhouse... but don't tell my parents). You can barely see them in the picture, but theres a large dark mark on his neck (a scar) and his knees are also scarred. These weren't inflicted by us, as I said; he was abused before we got him.
Warg is a horse we bought to replace our old QH. Warg is a retired QH Warmblood cross. He has navicular (a degenerative disease of the foot) and is unsuitable for riding. He likes to bite me, and only me. And he likes to bully Buddy.
Buddy is our renters horse. I actually don't know what his name is, though he's been at our farm for over a month. He's a horrible ride, he smells weird, and he likes to aggrivate Warg. He's a nice boy, bigger then both Smoky and Warg, and he likes to nuzzle people. He's a sweet personality and he whinnies loudly for his grain. Since our renters in Libya (working in the oil fields), he's our charge at the moment.
Anywho, thats really it for now... thats my farm and my boys. Tee hee. Thought i'd just share....
Evisceration is a sign of respect.