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Around The Farm @
One-N-Udders!
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OUR FARM MOTTO: "IT'S NOT YOUR, NOR IS IT MINE, IT'S JUST ONE-N-UDDERS!"
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In The Coop:
Dedicated to our under-appreciated,
fine-feathered friends, who have become an important part of our
farm's
eco-culture, providing us with a rich source of protein, abundant eggs, and the
best insect repellent we've ever encountered!
However, they can be a bit
hard on the strawberry patch, and other garden produce!
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There is nothing tastier than "farm-fresh" eggs.
They are nature's most perfect food, rich in vitamins, minerals, and
proteins. The flavor of the rich golden yellow yolks cannot be
found in commercial eggs that are sold in the stores. |
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The "Cholesterol Controversy"
Some will tell you that eggs are not good for
your cholesterol, while others say that the "health scare" is
all bunk.
A 2006 study showed that eating eggs for
breakfast helps with weight control by satisfying one's hunger
for a longer period of time, thus reducing the caloric intake
throughout the rest of the day.
An earlier study in 2005 also showed that eating
three eggs a day did not raise the risk of heart disease in
elderly persons when the HDL and LDL Cholesterol factors were
compared.
Personally, I figure that I am going around this
"circle" only once, so why not enjoy what the Good Lord has
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In The Paddock:
Horses, ponies and burros; our paddock has housed them all!
The farm first hosted a white miniature horse, that we called
"Pancake", and a blind welsh pony, named
"Harvey Wallbanger". As our "two-legged" kids
got older, they graduated to the larger equines.
The paddock soon hosted a variety of mares, foals, geldings and even a stud! I
fondly call this
the "National Velvet Syndrome", since my two girls were
so obsessed with their horses.
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The pre-teen years led way to the "Driving Permits"
and the horse-power focus for my "two-legged
kids" was gas-driven.
Slowly, the Quarter Horses and Arabians were phased out from the interest
of the once avid equestrians. The barn became easier to clean. |
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In 1988, during the onset of the "Mom Can I Drive the Car?" syndrome, I purchased my first
miniature burro.
This cute and fuzzy, four-month old, long-eared creature,
came with the long and dubious title of "Black Hammock's
Little Smart Ass". We just called him Smarty. |
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He
definitely lived up to his moniker, quickly realizing
that I was "Mom". And, like my two-legged kids, he soon figured out how to get his own way, by mastering the art of pouting. That old "wives-tale" that says, burros will cry when sad, is definitely true!
Smarty
learned how to open the
door of the house, by turning the knob with his teeth.
He would frequently come into the house, just to see if I
would give him a piece of bread or some other snack to munch on. A cute trick, or so I thought, since he
had picked it up on his own.
One morning, I was awakened, before dawn, by the sound of someone downstairs in the kitchen.
Alarmed, I cautiously began descending the stairs. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a horribly asthmatic burglar.
I paused to listen more closely, when all of a sudden, a long reverberating BRAY echoed
throughout the house. Apparently he just wanted his
morning coffee and doughnuts.
After regaining my
composure, I directed the little stinker back to the barn, where the "Smarty-Proof" latch was found to be unhooked,
apparently one of the absent-minded, two-legged kids forgot to
secure it during the previous evening chores.
As the morning dawned,I decided
that Smarty needed a companion, other than "MOM". Within
the week we had added a 2-year old
jennet to the paddock. Her name was "Merry-Go-Round Mini's Minnie
Pearl".
Smarty and Pearl were happy as clams, especially after the last
"horse" was sold and the paddock was totally their own.
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Sadly, in
1996 we had to part with
the burros, who were sold together as a pair. I must admit I still miss their friendly greetings and fuzzy long
ears, even after all these years.
Often I find myself pondering the purchase of another set of long-ears for the farm.
But deep in my heart I know that there will never be another, like my little Smarty!
In 1997, the image of Smarty was added to my portfolio of custom-designed glass patterns.
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