Turkey Day in October 2011

Coming from a trip to Blood Farm in Groton Ma, a true butchery/whole sale meat market in all senses of the definition, I ran into these delights.  I could not resist but capture them on camera before I dropped some meat off at my parent’s house.

I get ahead of myself.  I woke up.  I felt the determination coursing through my veins; determination to deliver on a gift eleven months in the making.  I grab my GPS and my camera, and jump into the car, destination Blood Farm.

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I head out to Groton with the sports talk radio which makes the miles pass easily.  I arrive at the non-descript entrance to Blood Farm.

I roll up to the office/meat locker.  I sort through and find great selections. I pack mark arms full of bacon, bacon ends, goat, veal, veal bones, osso bucco veal and sweet lamb sausage.  I walk over and the nice woman manning the “counter”, she says I’ll just help these people and be right with you.  When I say counter, it’s a table that has been repaired, welded, and holds a scale and a list of prices.

She takes the order, and weighs the meat, captures the prices, and puts it in the bag.  We walk back to the office, where I pay for the meat.  I pay and leave. The price was about half of the price it would be at Butcher Boy, Shaws, or other places.  The prices were phenomenal (I don’t yet know about the flavor).

I drive over to my parents house, where I drop off the meats I had promised for eleven months or so.  I walk into the house and immediately l suffer the SSsssssssssssssh!  We have turkeys in the yard.  Then I hear oh no, now they are taking over the garden.

These turkeys invaded my parents yard so I ran around wild taking photos and getting them to leave the yard. I recommend doing this once only.

I am sure these guys are going to be back.  The other photo is of a nuthatch at the feeder.

Now to buckle down for the weather!

Riding In the Clouds – Celebrating a 30th

I write. I reflect. I ride. Mother nature rains.

Yes.  I ride.  Well I mean to say we ride – Anto, Abercrombie and I.  The brains behind this master plan are all Anto’s.  She came up with a brilliant idea – do something different, do something great and do something fun – celebrate a birthday in a grand day out. She found this great place called Riding in the Clouds.

I was in from the beginning.  A week ago I was nervous.  Wednesday I learned about the difference between English and Western – thanks Maddog 😉 .  Thursday I called and I spoke to Bobby.  He set me at easy – we match you with your level, your horse and get you squared away.  I’ll be watching you.

With my nervousness abated, I prepared myself – Directions, Dinner and Gift. Time to rock this gastronomic delight that is Chianti.  Abercrombie’s excitement for the ride is clearly palpable over the amazing food.  We celebrate, and then separate – soon to return.

We gathered at 8:30.  A quick stop for breakfast, and we moved forth – destination – The Castle in the Clouds.  The talk made the time pass quickly.  Music, Dreams, Altitude, Horses, Weather, Wilderness – all became topics of conversation.

The two hour plus drive was effortlessly – I know, I passengered 😉

We pull in a few minutes early and quickly meet Bobby.  We then meet Isaac.  I am at ease.  We walk around. We meet Maverick, Pete, Zeus (amazing sized horse), Ruger, Tonka and Jaeger.

We signed the forms. We grabbed helmets. We passed the time walking through the barn, and posing for the camera.

We grabbed our steads.

First, we had a quick lesson from Bobby – Left, Right, Slow, Stop, Accelerate.  I am going to admit here, I pretty much did nothing with Jaeger.  He lead his way, I was just along for the ride.

Isaac adjusted the western saddle, and I was comfortable on top of the freight train that is Jaeger.

Jaeger - Riding in the Clouds

Adjusted, Aligned and ready to go we headed out.

We meandered the way through the property to the edge of a main trail.  The rain decided we were not yet wet enough, and decided it was just about time to downpour.  We plodded on into the trees.  As I listened to the horseshoes hit the trail, I chatted with the woman in front of me Eileen.  We both were enjoying the day.

We headed up, down, around, cross the bridge, overlooked a waterfall, up to the Castle, down through the fields and back to the Barn.  A beautiful and peaceful ride that left me a little damp, and piney fresh.  Being on top of a 6’6″ at the shoulder horse, I swear he looked for the trees with the right sized branches 😉

It was so great!

We got back to the barn.  We chatted with everyone.  There is a genuine love for the job. It makes the enjoyment infectious.

We could have spent all day.  Instead we headed home for another celebration of 30!

Happy birthday Abercrombie!

PS.  I would highly recommend Riding in the Clouds.  It was different, fun and worth the experience.