The auction happened. We sold a lot of things we no longer needed, and it was definitely a buyers sale. Things went for dirt cheap. Everything but for my gorgeous gold pickup. That went for more than what's listed as a normal price for a truck of its age. < sigh> My ancient tractor, Moses, was sold also.
The farm, however, as I figured, was not sold. It will be listed with a realtor, and hopefully sold quickly. Horse farms are hard to sell in winter. I doubt it'll be sold now until spring.
I still have Briana, my draft pony, but no chickens any longer. I miss them but I am happy to know the last three are in a happy home with a dear friend of mine. She shares photos of them occasionally and they always make me smile.
This summer, it seems like all I have done is mow grass! Thanks to the plentiful rain and sunshine, it grew like something possessed. Every week some pasture needed to be mowed down. I used to love mowing- but sheesh, after this summer? Not so much. The farm sure did look pretty though. We got repairs done that needed to be done a few years ago, and that added to it.
There are a couple of houses that were liked by us both, but nothing absolutely perfect. The search continues I suppose... but we won't be seriously looking until this farm has a firm contract on it. It is like living in limbo for me.
Not being a person that enjoys people living right next door, I guess I'll have to adapt to it all and to look for positives to all of this. Quite a change from a horsewoman running her own business to a woman living in a housing development, I'm still not sure I will like it at all.
Briana is fine living alone- thank goodness. She's quite an independent little thing it seems. She rules the roost here now. When it's too hot for her to stay out all day, she watches the house waiting for someone to come outside. Then she'll "grunt" at them. "Hint, hint, Briana is HOT and needs to be in her stall". She walks up to the gate and looks again to be sure I'm on my way.
She just wasn't sure about that auction! Noise, people parking in horse pastures, that Awful loud man yelling all the time, the different smells and so many people walking around. Oh MY. She took it all in stride and just remained on the other half of her pasture. Being my nosy little beastie, she had to come up to the fence to figure out just what was going on. A friend of mine had come to help and she gave Briana attention- which I know Briana loved.
Again, next to my Percherons and Appaloosas, I adore this breed. The American Draft Pony breed is wonderful to have around and care for. They are sensible ( so long as they inherit that super brave draft horse mind) and such fun. Briana loves to go for drives- anywhere. She doesn't care, so long as it's fun for her and I try hard to keep it like that. There are so many horses that have been ridden to the point where they're dead tired and hurt badly the next few days afterward, that they learn to dislike being around humans. I can happily say I've not had a horse who learned that from me. I know how much I ache after a hard days' work but I can understand why. Horses don't, but they sure learn to associate a day of being ridden to aching the next day or two.
That's about it for what has been going on here. We do have three deer that come out and graze in the back pasture since it no longer has horses in it. That is pretty neat. I believe they are the same ones that use the woods across the road for bedding down during the days. One afternoon, I saw them and got these photos of two. See, they still have their spots.
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