Ruminations of a large animal veterinarian driving through the foothills.
We arrived a few minutes early to our first stop Monday morning. We were scheduled to castrate a miniature stallion. We drove through the trailer park down to a prefabricated metal carport with a gray pony under it. There are bloody mannequin heads hanging from the carport and this decapitation scene staged right beside it. We were left to wonder. The castration went fine and the lady casually mentioned in conversation that they host a haunted hay ride in the fall. Wheew. Thank goodness.
1987 model, gently used, a little rusty. Husband to Megan. I have the best dog in the world – a mutt named Tucker (Tuck, or Tucker J). We have a farm with 3 horses, 2 barn cats, and 2 house cats. I was born in the most beautiful place on earth – the mountains of Western North Carolina – and have returned here. First generation college graduate. I’m an introvert with a very extroverted job. Large animal veterinarian. I enjoy playing piano, quite walks along the creek, craft beer, life-giving conversation, scuba diving, riding horses, and mowing. I like to write, but don’t get to do it enough. I enjoy non-fiction, biographies, and progessive Christian thought. I hate the texture of most soft things – think dryer lint and cotton balls and ridiculous fleecy blankets. I love the smell of silage, horses, a leather shop, and the hardware store. I live for moments of unexpectedly laughing to tears and crampy cheeks, and to feel and smell the cold air right before it snows. View more posts
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