Tuesday 22 October 2019

We went to the farm!

I've been enjoying fall chores. Despite aches and pains, I'm getting stuff done in the sunshine. However, I've contracted another bout of poison ivy around my neck. My meds, an ointment, are past the best before date, hubby went into town and refilled the prescription.

 I took Caitlin and the girls to the farm on their last visit, we went through the corn maze and climbed the round hay bales. JB stayed home.

The Miller's farm was hosting a wagon ride this day. JB loves horses. I suggested we go for a visit, but I didn't tell him what was up.


JB knows horses. They had Belgians, and he played under them in the barn when he was a kid.  He lived with his grandparents and mom on the farm. They didn't have running water or hydro. It wasn't easy.

Joe told us a story from 1957-ish...
JB lived with his mother on his grandparents farm. When he was about 8, he went into town in the buggy, with his grampa. Grampa pulled into the small town, Chesterville, and went into his brother's feed store, leaving Joe in the buggy. While Grampa was in the store, the horse decided it'd had enough and took off for a nice walk, with little Joey sitting in the buggy. He tried hard to get the horse to stop, "WHOA!", but they did not listen. The horse wandered around the small town. He wasn't frightened, but frustrated that the horses wouldn't do as he told them. He doesn't remember how it all resolved.


Precious Moments Carriages 

Shannon and Robert brought in the team for rides. Their names are Kirby and Todd. They are great horses, well-cared for. The tack was nice and shiny. They listened well to Gee and Haw (go right, or go left). They practically stopped on a dime when he said WHOA! The gelding came from a French family (they are a French breed) and he had to teach it English!


Miller's Bay farm peeps work so hard on their signage, but people inevitably don't read the signs. There was a traffic jam. I picked up a few more pie pumpkins for our fence posts.


The horses are Percheron. The one on the right is a gelding. The mare (on the left) is pregnant, due to have a foal May 2nd!



The Percheron is a breed of draft horse that originated in the Huisne river valley in western France, part of the former Perche province from which the breed takes its name. Usually gray or black in color, Percherons are well muscled, and known for their intelligence and willingness to work.
In the meantime, we've big storms coming. At least it was a lovely weekend, and our Election 2019 is over!

9 comments:

Anvilcloud said...

Looks like a good venue for the kids and for JB of course.

Rain said...

Look at all of those pumpkins! What a nice outing and that's a great memory that JB shared!

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Oh, you know I appreciated the cart ride! YAM xx

Red said...

Yes , farm kids would go under the horse's belly. The horses ignored us. I don't think they even knew we wee thee.

Lowcarb team member said...

Sorry about your aches, pains and the poison ivy!
Sending my good wishes, healing wishes too :)

Loved seeing all the photographs here.

All the best Jan

William Kendall said...

The horses are big!

eileeninmd said...

Hello,

The pumpkin farm looks fun, I would like the cart ride. Wishing you a happy day!

Kay said...

Wow! That's a whole lot of pumpkins!

Yikes! Poison Ivy? I hope the itching is over.

Linda said...

Glad JB had a wagon ride, farm at corner if our riad has Belgians and you can see them pulling the plow from time to time