September 2020 FRC Member Newsletter
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Carol-Ann Genevieve Riley<br />
Guest Author, Carol-Ann lives in Alberta, Canada<br />
Owning a farm<br />
Why do we even choose this? We've reviewed all the choices available to us,<br />
and yet we choose this lifestyle, an occupational hazzard within itself. We have to be a jack of all trades.<br />
Mowing. Haying. Mending fences. Repairing shelters. Building things. Taking apart things. Painting. Trying to<br />
figure out why the ride-on mower won't start today, when yesterday it worked just fine. And what was that<br />
ominous clunk sound the truck just made? Operating heavy machinery, and all manner of other equipment,<br />
large and small. Lifting heavy bags of grain and bales of hay. Be the first aid attendant to those who can't<br />
speak, and sometimes to the humans who speak very well - #$£^$ in between grimaces, or the farm accountant<br />
calculating feeding:weight ratios, budget analysis, tax filings, and chequebook balancing. Cleaning<br />
stalls, getting trampled and stepped on, and thumped by big bodies. Trying to be safe at every turn because<br />
this is an every day job, and they need you. There are no holidays here, even for Christmas. No sick days.<br />
There was a birthday last week? Wait, what is the date today? No weekends off (what are those?). Having a<br />
horse farm, any farm really, doesn't have time for excuses. "I'm tired" doesn't mean stop. You stop when the<br />
work is done, no matter how long that happens to take or how early you started. Sometimes, especially during<br />
foaling season, your bed is a stranger, and you're so tired your teeth hurt. It can make you feel elated,<br />
and yet simultaneously feel at your worst. The highs and lows can be epic. Everything here revolves around<br />
the horses, 24/7/365. You are always on call, and always waiting for the other shoe to drop.<br />
And yet we revel in it, and love the punishment it hands out. We show up yet another day, hot beverage in<br />
hand, walk out the door and see their faces lined up along the fence, ears pricked up in our direction, and<br />
hear their snuffles and nickers of greetings. And the familiar sense of amazement and contentment at their<br />
warm soft noses nuzzling you for that carrot they know you have for them. You listen to them thumping<br />
their feet, wanting breakfast, encouraging you to be faster about it, and it makes you smile. And then for a<br />
few precious minutes, you lean on the fence, the pile of hay at your feet, and you watch and listen to these<br />
gentle giants, who are woven into your very DNA, munch their hay in contentment, feeling the stress just<br />
melt out of your soul. That is why you choose this.<br />
To my fellow farm owners - a head nod. Another day, another dollar out the window. You have my respect,<br />
and my sympathies.<br />
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