Animals that Call the Rockin R "Home"

Jared here, Kimmy took some pictures and it's up to me to write some captions to let ya'll know who's down on the farm. E-I-E-I-O

This is Truman he's our Yellow Lab...and he's our biggest baby. Loves to sleep under the covers at night, even on hot nights. Knows all kinds of tricks, from shake to paw, to sit, lie down, dead dog and two paws. Very smart boy.

This is Kate... aka Crazy Dog. She's an Austrailian Cattle Dog, or a red healer. She's a strong willed dog, and has selective hearing. She's more of a Chicken Dog on our farm, she'll pin any chicken we point her towards. It's because of her that we can catch our chickens when we want too. Good Chicken Dog.






Tiger is our barn cat...he came with the Rockin R. The only request from the previous owner was that we keep Tiger as he just wouldn't fit in anywhere else. He's more like a dog than cat so I didn't mind him staying.















Next are the horses, and first off is Sammy. aka Sammy Lammy. Sammy is awesome! He truly is a bomb proof horse, anyone can ride him young or old and he just keeps on keeping on. He's a Standard Bred and a retired harness race horse, his dad was a famous race horse here in MI and Sammy was quite the winner in his time as well. He's starting to show some age, but he's doing great. After retirement he was used in the handicap riders classes, Kimmy helped out with these classes and I believe this is where Kimmy found him and the previous owner basically gave him to her.









And this big black monster is Celest, she's HUGE!!! and the grocery bill shows it, just teasing. She's our draft horse, she's a Percheron about 17 hands high. She's kicked me once, but that once resulted in a trip to the ER ... I guess I shouldn't of cleaned out my wound with my own spit. Hey, who'd of thunk manure and spit could cause such an infection. The sound of her back right hoof hitting my leg was a sound I don't think I'll ever forget. Like a rifle shot.









This Nutmeg, She's awesome as well, although quite a spirited horse, she's gotten me out of the saddle a few times. The first I was about a half mile from the barn and she put me on the ground with a quick side step...and then proceeded to fly back to the barn leaving me stranded....nice horsy. She's fun, broke and trained her myself...very cool.














This is our sheep Maude. She's a really fat sheep. It takes two of us to sheer her, too heavy to hold on your own. How fat is she you might ask...and mind you she only eats grass... well once I found her lying flat on her back in the pasture...so fat that she rolled on her back and couldn't right herself. A gentle shove from me was all she needed to roll back to her feet and up she went. Crazy sheep.












This is Clarence one of our pigmy goats. Mind you all of our goats are in some way related...I'll try to walk through how they're related. Clarence is half brother to Fred. And Ethyl below is his full sister from a different year.










This is our pigmy goat Lucy, Lucy and Clarence were born about the same time and are the best of buds. Lucy is Niece to Clarence, as Lucy's Dad is Uncle Clarence's half brother.
















This is LockJaw, she was kicked by a horse somewhere in her life and her bottom jaw doesn't line up with the top. LockJaw is Fred's Mom, and Fred is LockJaw's only surviving kid (baby goats really are called kids). Clarence from above is out of Fred's Dad, that's where that half comes from.













This is Fred, he and Ethyl are the same age and they are half brother and sister...Fred like I said is LockJaw's son and half brother to Clarence.
















This is Ethyl...I've been trying to figure out where she fits into the puzzle... she is whole sister to Clarence but a different year. And half brother to Fred....
















Are you still with me...if so tell me where I'm at.....

Ok ok...enough with the family Goats... on to Chickens. This is our Rooster Marty...he's probably the 2 or 3rd Marty. As we've given a few Marties away over the years...so everytime we realize we have a rooster we end up naming him Marty...We got them all as chicks and someone mixed up the pullets with the straight run chicks...so I believe he started out at Mary...but once he started to crow he became Marty....he's got free range of the farm, just don't turn your back on him...you just never know with him.










This is a picture of Road Runner, she's on the left...Marty aka her husband is on the right. She was getting picked on by the other hens and so we had a shotgun wedding and married the two off. We gave his first wife a break. Just look at her shape and you can sort of tell why we named her Road Runner...and we named on Coyote but she turned up missing...not sure what happened to her but I have a feeling the Acme Co. was involved somehow.







This is Martha...she's a Buff Ophington (spelling I'm sure isn't correct.) No stories be hind this one..she's just a funny squat round shape.
















This is Jan, she's our Barred Rock...she was one of our first batch of chicks...it was Marsha Jan and Cindy...Marsha turned out to be one of the Marty's.
















This is Beatrice...she's a very friendly chicken...and she's got feathery legs, very cool looking.

















I'm pretty sure this is Mary, tough to tell from the picture, but she was the roosters first wife. Laid a pile of eggs in one of the stalls that was really cool looking.















This is Betty, she too is one of the original chicks. She's the nicest of all the chickens. Our neice Mykenzie picks her up and carries her around all over the farm...Betty loves grapes, swallows them whole.















And last of the chickens is Cindy, she's one of the original chicks. Everyonce in a while she'll lay a double yoker.

















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