Sunday, April 30, 2006

Baby Stealing in Idaho

Baby Horses, that is.

When it is within a day or so of the time for a mare to give birth, their nipples usually get kind of a waxy coating. They start lactating and their milk dries and forms the wax. This isn't a foolproof predictive method, but I felt confident that it was going to be soon.
I was right.
The first of three foals to be born this Spring, was born yesterday. He's a beautiful little paint colt. Mom and baby are doing fine NOW, but it was a pretty rough start. Something happened that could have ended his short life.

There are some mares who will steal a baby away from it's mother, actually get between the baby and the real mom and drive her off. The unfortunate end is the baby starves to death because the baby stealers don't have any milk. I'm told that this happens with cattle also.
We know which mares like to do this, so we keep the moms-to-be in separate pastures, away from the other horses.

I went down, in the morning, to check on everyone and I could see that all was not right. Patty, the expectant mom, was running up and down the fence line (barbed wire) and was quite frantic. In the next pasture was Gypsy, the baby stealer, with the New Baby!
I don't know how she got the baby, she might have grabbed him with her teeth when he got too close to the fence. This was very bad, so many things could go wrong. I grabbed a lead rope and went running down there.
As I walked in among them you could feel the excitement about the new arrival. Gypsy was quite frazzled and didn't want to be touched, but I had a secret weapon in my pocket, CARROTS! When she saw those she came over and within a few bites I was able to put the rope around her neck.

Now I needed to do something with her before I could reunite mom and baby. I had to isolate Gypsy by going around barbed wire fence lines, through gates and up to the corrals.
We started off and it was the parade from hell. Lots of bumping and neighing, with many horses feet stomping around. The baby was very confused and not really sure who to follow. I had my hands full with Gypsy and couldn't help him. We had a long walk and as I looked back I saw something that touched my heart.

Diamond, one of the yearlings, had stayed with the baby. She was slowly and quietly showing him how to stay away from the wire and how to go through the gates. I finally got Gypsy put away and now It was time to reunite mom and baby.
I opened the last gate and Patty rushed to her baby's side. It was a beautiful sight. She licked and nuzzled him and gave him his first drink!! It was a nice warm day and after a few drinks he laid down in the soft green grass for a well deserved nap.
Diamond, the hero, didn't want to be separated from the two but we both eventually walked off together, knowing we did a good job .... and Diamond, guess what I have in my pocket... just for You?

Posted by Mrs. Geezer.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Health Tip - Stroke Recognition

A Neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke.
He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and treated within 3 hours.


Thank God for the sense to remember the "3" steps, STR
Read and Learn!

Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster.

The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:

S *Ask the individual to SMILE.

T *Ask the person to TALK, to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently) (i.e. . . It is sunny out today).

R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.

If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call 9-1-1 immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.

{NOTE: Another 'sign' of a stroke is this:
Ask the person to 'stick' out their tongue...if the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke}

Baby Stealing in Idaho - part 1

Been pretty busy this week, sorry for the light blogging.

Mrs. Geezer promises to write something today about Baby Stealing in Idaho.

You won't want to miss that!

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Sobek Made Me Famous.

It's True.
I've joined the ranks of unfortunate victims honored Bloggers,
along with:
Ace of Spades.
Are You Conservative.
Dave from Garfield Ridge.

I couldn't be happier, if I'd Retired and moved to Idaho.

Funny... I don't remember being interviewed by a Crocodile.

Out of gratitude, I have thrown away Mrs. Geezer's Alligator Handbag.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Swedish Lemon Angels

I used to run a spotlight for Penn and Teller at the Rio in Vegas.
Penn is really into practical jokes. We tried his “Swedish Lemon Angels” scam on Mrs. Geezer’s friend-from-childhood.
It backfired...
She hasn’t spoken to us for 5 years. A friendship of 40 years… pfffftt.

Here's the recipe so you can lose some of your friends.
At least the ones without any sense of humor.

Swedish Lemon Angels


* 1 egg
* 1/2 cup buttermilk
* 5 teaspoons baking soda
* 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
* 1 cup lemon juice
* 1 1/4 cups sugar
* 7/8 cup all-purpose flour
* 8 tablespoons butter or margarine, melted


1. Preheat oven to 375° F.
2. In a small bowl, beat egg until foamy.
3. Mix in buttermilk and vanilla.
4. Gradually add baking soda, one teaspoon at a time, mixing until smooth and creamy.
5. Pour in lemon juice all at once and blend thoroughly.
6. Once mixture has congealed into a pasty lump, scoop it out with a spatula and spread on a floured surface.
7. Sift flour and 3/4 cup sugar together and work it into the egg-lemon lump with your fingertips.
8. Roll the dough very thin (1/32 inch) with a floured rolling pin, and cut out angel shapes with a knife.
9. Curl up the edges slightly and sprinkle the angels with the rest of the sugar.
10. Brush angels with melted butter.
11. Place angels with at least an inch apart on a baking sheet.
12. Bake for 12 minutes or until golden brown.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Mrs. Geezer and the Floss From Hell.

We were driving into the Big City, (Boise), the other day. Mrs. Geezer was behind the wheel (She's an Excellent Driver), and I was "Helping Her" by pointing out missed opportunities for lane changes and other choices she should have made.

We stopped for a Subway sandwich, and after the meal she asked me if I had any floss. Well, I'm a Flossin' Fool, so I always have some kind of floss in the car. That day, the floss in the console, happened to be Gentle Gum Care, as seen in the photo. This proved to be somewhat of a misnomer, as we shall see.

She sat in the parking lot and tried to floss. There isn't much space between her molars so she was having trouble with the floss breaking and shredding. She started making that 'frustrated noise' that women do... you know the one.

I looked over at her and cracked up. She had several long pieces of blue and white floss hanging out of her mouth, It looked like she tried to eat a sweater.

"ARRRRGggggggh. I can't get this out from between my teeth. It HURTS!"

It didn't look like floss, it looked like Yarn... from a Bulky Knit Sweater.
Fortunately I always have my Gerber Tool handy for any Emergencies, Dental or Otherwise,
but she wasn't going for the amateur surgery and was getting madder because I couldn't stop laughing.
I finally had to go into the store and buy some regular Waxed floss so she could get those hunks of shag carpet out of her teeth.

Note to self, laughing when your spouse is in distress, is a bad thing.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

It's all in How You Pull the String.

Riehl World View: Vote Hillary - She's A Real Doll:

"People may not be ready for a Chatty Cathy for President, but Democrats are all but convinced voters won't be able to pass up Mattel's new Hillary Says Anything Talking Doll in 2008!

Do you want a President with a firm stand on immigration? Great. Which stand would you prefer? Just pull the string to the Right and you get: Feb 2003: 'I am, you know, adamantly against illegal immigrants.'

Doesn't sound good? No problemo, compadre ... just pull the string to the Left for this little bit of wisdom: April 10, 2006: 'Thank you for your contributions to this country...'"

H/T Wuzzadem.

Helicopter Paint Job

The owner said he likes Orange and White.

Me too.

Here's a preliminary photo of the new paint job.

It's going to be my Son's new ride.

It's a Hughes 500-D (I think).

They are customizing it in Redding California.

World's Ugliest Dog Voting - 2006

Some of you will remember Sam, The World's Ugliest Dog. Sam died last year but don't dispair. There are a few more beauties hoping to claim his title. It all happens at the Sonoma-Marin Fair. Here are some of the contenders:

Pee Wee Martini
is know by some as "Pee Wee, Son of Sam" (a nickname given to him by Susie, mother of Sam).

"TatorTot, SAM's longtime girlfriend, is a mixture of chihuahua and Chinese Crested hairless.

"Rascal is the only living and competing Ugly dog to hold the coveted 'Ring of Champions' title which makes him the current 'World's Ugliest Dog'."

Lucille Bald, aka Lucy, resides leisurely on the outskirts of sunny Cocoa Beach, Florida. She was voted "Orlando's Ugliest Dog" by the readers of the Orlando Sentinel.

Munchkin, I had seen her photo on their website quite by accident and fell immediately in love with her as I was convinced my previous 6-time World’s Ugliest Dog , Nana, had been reincarnated as Munchkin.

OK Funseekers, click on the link below to have your vote counted.

Sonoma-Marin Fair 2006

H/T and a Big Hug to my Blog Mama, Sondra K.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Yin Yang Idaho Free-Range Chickens

We let our chickens wander around during the day. They put themselves to bed around sunset. Insects tremble when they see the thundering herd come forth from the Coop.
In the course of their travels, they have scratched all the flowers out of the big flowerpots by the front door. I think it's because they like to jump in there for a refreshing dust bath.

Mrs. Geezer was surprised to see them curled up in the pot when she opened the front door today.
The photo isn't as sharp as it could be because she was forced to take the picture through the screen.
As soon as she opened the screen door to take a clearer shot, they scattered.

She names all the chickens, bunnies and regular animal visitors to our homestead. The two yellow chickens are Goldie Hawn and Golda Mier. The other hen is named Bonnie, after her friend in Las Vegas.

I thought they looked like the Yin Yang symbol.

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I've been offered a free firearms training course at Front Sight in exchange for posting these links.
Since I've already taken one of their excellent courses, I jumped at the chance to get a free one.