Let’s get one thing out of the way – I like Weekly Brief better than Weekly Round-Up. I thought Round-Up sounded good at first, but now it just reminds me of the weed killer. It’ll be a “Brief” from here on out. Hopefully it won’t continually make me think of underpants. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
I saw this article the other day, and I had to share. It’s an interview with a video game designer for a horse game – a career that combined a love of horses with a love of gaming.
I think the default for many kids is to assume that being a trainer or instructor to be the only way to have a career with horses, but that is just not true. We obviously still need those people, but there’s so many other types of jobs that still involve horses. I’m so glad this article is highlighting that.
Around the Farm
The weather has been so beautiful recently! We’ve seeded the pastures, and are eager for spring to come and bring us a lush, green pasture.
Wait a minute, what’s that on the right?
Are you kidding me?! The grass has barely started growing, and there’s a huge honking weed coming up!
How is this even possible? It’s like the dang thing came up overnight. I swear it wasn’t there yesterday.
This is so frustrating. I want my field to be lush with grass! Not with this thing! I’m getting the shovel. This is not allowed.
While I’m complaining, I have more complaints. I just painted my barn. Then there was a heavy rain, which apparently spattering the dirt onto my barn. Now my fresh paint job looks like this. I also cannot stand for this. What an outrage!
The only way to fix this is to get rid of the dirt and put down gravel and stonedust. I’ll just add that to the enormous to-do list.
My Horses are Actually Woodchucks
I was chainsawing some trees in my backyard, as I often do when I want to relax, and I tossed the branches into the pasture. My backyard is a weird slope, so it’s harder to get them out the normal way, and if I toss them into the pasture, I can obliterate them with the bushhog (another way to spend a relaxing day).
Well, I didn’t get out the tractor fast enough, so my horses started messing with the branches. Some of the branches they dragged 100 feet away into the arena. All of them they chewed the bark off.
They have ample hay. They have other trees in their pasture they did not destroy. I have no idea why they suddenly decided the only thing that mattered was chewing up branches. At least I assume that’s what they thought, since they dedicated nearly all their time to it. Horses are weirdos.
Well, that’s all from me this week. I hope your weekend is filled with fun! (which means chewing on some wood. I hear it’s amazing.)