A little background info for people who don’t know my family in real life…
About a year ago, my dad bought a lovely little hay farm not far from his home in Oregon and became a “gentleman farmer,” also known as a “hobby farmer.” If you are not familiar with these terms, a rough translation is “don’t quit your day job.” The farm, which we call the ranch (I think mostly so we can incorporate the phrase “meanwhile, back at the ranch” into conversation), is a lot of work, but Dad grew up on a potato farm, and it feels just like home for him. His current operation involves fertilizing, irrigating, mowing, baling, stacking, and selling hay (if it sounds like a lot of work, that’s because it is). Also, yearling cattle, which are bought and sold each summer, chickens, and the latest, ducklings, which will eventually swim in the little canal.
My parents’ children and grandchildren love the ranch. My brother Brian has wanted a horse pretty much since birth, and immediately brought two horses and a pony into the picture. We all grew up spending summer weeks on our grandparents’ farm, and I love that my children will get to have some similar experiences. To that end, we spent the day Wednesday at the ranch, and here is what we did.
One of the horses had lost a shoe, so we got to watch the farrier re-shoe him up close. Does it get any better than this?