Hello Pack. I would like to say I had a productive week of prepping, but I so have not. The rest of my tribe did, but a cold that a granddaughter shared with me and a horse stomped foot another one prompted, have had me nearly sidelined all week.
We are on kidding watch with Pearl right now. As you can see by the photo, my delightful one-eared and 3-legged goat is extremely pregnant. Pearl has four actual legs, but only the full use of three of them after a dog attack that nearly took her life.
I keep wrestling the other members of the goat herd out of the way so I can stall only Pearl at night in case she goes into labor – which is no simple task since I lure Pearl into the kidding stall with treats.
If she remains true to form, and being a stubborn little goat I imagine she will, Pearl will wait until it is a bad weather night and start to kid about 2 a.m. or at least not until after midnight. My beloved nanny goat simply refused to deliver her kids during nice weather or broad daylight.
So, onto my stomped foot portion of this week’s prepping highlights. The three youngest grandkiddos were doing their morning barn chores: toting water to the flock, feeding the flock, feeding the goats, horses, mini donkeys, and their mini horse, Bandit.
To do these chores they have to measure the feed after choosing the right one for each animal set. They have to work gates, maneuver around fencing to get to feed tubs, and remain in charge of each bucket of feed to prevent the minis and goats from getting into it while they move around the barnyard to deliver it.
I think that last part is the most challenging myself, but they have never had a dumped feed bucket or allowed any animal to push them around. Being as Ariyah is 1 ½, Auddie is 3 ½ and Colt is 4 ½, I think they are doing an excellent job learning how to be self-reliant and responsible.
Anyway, Ariyah used to absolutely love getting on the horses. It did not matter which one or how tall it was, she wanted to sit on it – all by herself if possible, ride, and be led around. She fussed when she had to get off of the horse.
For the last several months, the exact opposite has proven to be true. She screams when put on a horse. She went through this same stage when the goats came near her but is now back to petting and feeding them. Ariyah will feed and pet the horses, but does not want to be on top of one.
Brea and I thought that Ariyah might get back into the swing of things if she sat on top of Bandit along with Auddie and Colt instead of by herself. Well, fellow preppers, that was our first mistake. The second might have been instructing Colt to wrap his arms tightly around his youngest sister to make sure she did not fall off – she was in front by Bandit’s neck.
I am not sure which part of the experience Ariyah hated worse, being on Bandit or the big bear hug by her brother, but she started screaming and fussing, and wriggling around.
I was standing directly behind Bandit and Brea right next to him on his right side. He decided to bolt to get the heck away from whatever was doing all of that screaming and moving on his back. I imagine he thought it was the most enormous and loudest horse fly ever.
He bolted, I leaned in and hooked all three kids with one arm and then wrapped my other arm around them as he ran – holding them all in the air slightly above him just briefly. As Brea cheered my quick movements, I calmly told her to grab them. The adorable mini horse stomped my left foot twice – hard, trying to make his grand escape, and I thought it was broken.
It is not broken, but it hurts like heck. Bandit only weighs around 300 pounds, but those two stomps to my feet ripped off most of a toenail and chipped a tiny bone on the left side of the foot. Now, being preppers, we have crutches and a wheelchair so we were prepared for the injury I sustained after a cute photo op went awry.
I didn’t end up using the crutches, but still might. I kept alternating ice and light walking on the foot, just as I would have had one of my student athletes do. Used to doctors and trainers wanted you off a sprain, strain, or similar injury but not anymore.
The “walk it off” theory still seems to be the best course of action. Shortly I am going to soak some brown paper bag pieces in apple cider vinegar and wrap them around my foot to help reduce the swelling and associated pain – this simple coaching trick works wonders.
In other preps, ones I had not part in accomplishing, a new muffler was welded out of spare parts and added to the wood splitter, some more work was completed on whatever it was that quit working on the Polaris Ranger this week, all tractors were given a tune up, and some backhoe work was done on our road. I am hoping to get a tribe member to do some new pond digging on the backhoe this weekend.
I am intrigued by the idea of learning how to throw knives and tomahawks, as a prep, exercise, and fun. If any of you have any tips and knife recommendations, please let me know. Regardless of how this foot deal shakes out over the weekend, I am definitely making some Amish black drawing salve – a task that can be completed entirely seated!
This Week’s Questions
- What is the most stupid and avoidable injury you have ever sustained while prepping or just living in the country?
- If you could pick just one non-firearm weapon as a prep, what would it be and why?
- Have you ever made or used Amish black drawing salve? Experiences or recipes to share?
- What did you do to prep this week?