You know the drill by now. the fun continues! The next morning before breakfast log.
Okay, so my first words here have to be what the fuck.
Every single one. My carved silver pentacle paperweight, my Valknut, every single bit of my luck and protection sigils and icons I had up on my desk are gone. Even the runes I had pen carved into the cheap wood of the desk are just scorched dents now. My triple moon pentacle pendant is missing- and I was wearing it last night! And half the kit on the altar I packed up out of Foxfire’s reach feels… off.
And the office door is in splinters. But,you know, priorities. Cameras are all being glitchy as heck- All the indoor ones went down sometime last night. All the stock seems fine, but…
I think this calls for something. I’m calling my mom and asking her what the best seidhr rituals for cleansing a place of bad luck and spirits. (Yes, Dave, I’m more than aware that you and Uncle Dagrun are convinced all that is a load of woo-woo and metaphysical nonsense. If it makes me feel better, it’s worth the shot, and it can’t hurt.) I mean, I have a few written down, but all the best nordic and druidic rituals involve sacrifice- Fuck it, when I have time this weekend I’m having Mom and Aunt Liska bringing me some more moon blessed holy water (my bottle in the drawer under the altar is missing too) and cleansing this place with blood. I’ve got enough fluffies to spare, the cameras are down anyway, and while fluffies are not the traditional or ideal sacrifices- those are all sort of illegal these days. Maybe I’ll even bribe George with supervised hours if he’ll help me and Kal bleach and repaint back to standard afterwards.
This is just all giving me the bad feels. I DO NOT VIBE WITH THIS. Beyond the weird and vanishing shit and broken doors… I had the weirdest dream last night. All the little fluffy bastards the Pack’s eaten or I neck snapped for the grinder, coming at me like a bunch of puntable fluffy revenants.
Rook was whining about bad dreams and the stallion killing him this morning as well, Aurora was in a panic about her tummy babies, Glory was dust bathing obsessively and the itty bitties and Foxfire were even more clingy than usual. I got them all as settled as I could- I’m choosing to ignore the fact Foxfire and Marnie were in the sale pen, since they were pretty cute cuddling a bunch of the foals. I needed that level of wholesome and cute after last night. Admittedly, she was supposed to be watching the itty bitties with Marnie, but from what of the footage from last night survived, Rook was more than picking up the slack there. Poor guy, even bein outnumbered doesn’t keep him from trying. Not letting Foxfire keep all of her new strays, though. Might let her pick one that can stay longer if it doesn’t sell right away. After a lot of discusson, Rook was finally convinced into at least a half dose of the sedative, as much as he protested not wanting the “head fuzzies”. Lucky that one leg was dislocated and not broken, but his wings and ribs are going to stay wrapped for a while. Got a few teeth loosened and a lot of bruises while he was at it. I just dosed Glory with enough to keep him out of the dust for a while until whatever was in his head calms.
Yesterday went- it went well enough, even if it proved beyond all doubt that the boys need a lot more practice and training. Got the herd Ash was contacted about rounded up, and since he’s having neighbor issues, we’ve got them here. We added a good twenty weanlings to the sale pen- even if I discount all of the ferals, we might get something for the ones with decent colors- and there are a few with very nice colors. Think I even saw an alicorn or two. Any that don’t seem likely to sell at the end of the week or so are taking a short trip either to our feeder pen or the discount bin at the local shop. Added even more younger foals to the batches Pepper, Willow and Birch are looking after, not that any of them are complaining. Doubly so with Druid and Cloud helping. That bunch in the runs are working out pretty well.
We have so many fluffies in that outdoor pen right now. Warlock seems to have things halfway under control, for all that most of his herd is trying to turn on him after the thing with Druid. That big stallion who messed Hel out of Rook is still in there. Glory left a few scratches on him, but nothing that needed actual attention. Ash had an idea for selling him, but he hasn’t heard back from his contact yet, so we’ll see if any of that pans out.
There are a few fluffies in there that could use some actual vet care. Pretty sure I saw a couple broken legs in the bunch, but I’ll get to them when I have a chance today. Have to hose off most of them anyways, some of them look to be filthy enough they even have rocks or weeds lodged into their fluff. Katy said she’d bring over a set of smaller wire crates I can toss in the exam room, since the one isolation crate I have is taken up by the huge colt Rook chewed a hole in. Pretty sure he’s gonna make it, but that’s gonna scar badly. If he wasn’t one of th repair Ash wanted to call his friend Nate over, I probably would have culled him and saved the trouble. Hose them off, look them all over, pull the potential additions to breeding stock and cull any too badly injured.
I really want to see if that striped designer can be reasoned with. It’s not like I’m not well aware that there are ways around uncooperative or reluctant studs, for fluffies or any livestock. But I don’t have the drugs or the right kind of electric devices to force the issue on hand right now and I don’t know if he’s worth adding that into the budget. If they’d called me on the Shining Armor, I would have either shoved him in a crate until I could have bought one or found a way to jury rig one out of a violet wand or something.
Maybe I’ll just ask if Katy or Bill have one somewhere at the lab that I can borrow and a bit of room in the better freezer for a few sample vials. It isn’t like I have any broodmares I desperately need bred right now, barring any I find out in the pen.
Kal’s probably stopping by later as well, since he has to replace the door and all. I asked if he could pick me up a craigslist chest freezer I can put out on the patio for the overflow of fluffy meat I’m about to have on my hands.
Let’s see, counting the nurse mares but not the boys’ pets, I have thirteen adult fluffies in brood stock. If i have the pregnant mares cycling through the large crates and more tolerable and compliant sorts sharing some of the empty dogruns, I can probably handle like forty kennel… except once the demonfluffs and the pets are counted, I can only legally have 15 more brood mares. (unless we pay up for a higher grade license, but we don’t really have the space right to justify it.) That makes six more mares right now, six more if I cull that many back out when the itty bitties hit breeding age. I’ll call it ten? And five to ten new stallions. See what I can find in the trash heap of feral genetics.
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