Nyn Acres Part 1

by A HorseCrazy Gal

Nyn Acres is a real place! It is my Aunt's land in New Mexico. Right now (September 7, 2010) we are currently living in Arizona. We have not yet built anything up in Nyn Acres, but in a few years when we raise up enough money we want to build a farm and grow crops and own horses and cattle and everything!



As I picked my way through the corn patch and prickly bushes, I smiled at the sky. It was dark with clouds. "Finally rain." I smiled. I kept walking for little over half an hour I walked in circles just far enough to still see the big brown house that lay in the flat middle of Nyn Acres. I headed south towards the slope, making sure I could still see the house. It was big, and a bit ugly. A tall brick fireplace rose high above the gables. The front door was a big red door that was chipped. The paint from the sides of the large wooden house was peeling, and needed repainting. The wind had withered the house quite a bit,and the windows were cracked. And the worst part was, we had to fit four families into this house! Luckily there were 8 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms. There were 3 stories , and underground it got very cold. Luckily, my family of seven slept on the top floor. Me and Preston and Dillon all shared one room, and my parents and Drake shared another. Aunt Leah's family all shared one room. Caden and Chloe slept on the floor, and Uncle Chris and Aunt Leah slept on the bed. Next came Grandma Starck. Well her and Grandpa Starck shared a room. Next was Aunt Shannyn's family.Her and Uncle Andy and Brenden shared a room, then Gena and Michael shared a room. The extra two rooms were used for storage. Believe me, it was crowded.
Well now the wind was gently flowing through the small bushes, and the crops were enjoying the nice breeze. Too bad all of our tomatoes and such were being robbed by coyotes and prairie dogs. But Aunt Shannyn had brought up Sugar their Rottie when we first moved here a year ago. Although she could not get them all, Sugar was a good watch dog. She kept the cattle and horses in their corrals, and the pigs and chickens in theirs. Every morning I woke up at 4 A.M sharp to help mama milk the cows and feed and gather the chicken eggs. Although I hated the chores, it was such a relief to get them done. 'Cause after Chores were finished, I normally Took Gena my 8 year old cousin,and we went horse back riding up to the slope to find any cattle that had picked their way out of the heard Normally we would find maybe a calf in need of it's mama or a heifer looking for their lost calf. But most of the time, it was a lazy old cow looking for some sweet grass up on the slope.
There were Coyotes lookin' to rob us of our chickens, by diggin' holes into the dirt floor coops were the hens lived. Well this mornin' it was different. Strangely, over night, not one Coyote came lookin' to steal our plump hens that were ready for layin'. Not one. Nor had our goats escaped or the cows lost their calf. Everything seemed to be at peace. Until that is, I heard Gena's terrified far off scream comin' from the slope. She had taken to riding alone without her mama's permission. What mess had she gotten her self into this time. I didn't think anythin' of that scream, until the second one came. Followed by the wimerin' of a coyote. Now I knew she was in need of help. And FAST.

Nyn Acres Part 2

by A HorseCrazy Gal

Nyn Acres

I took to runnin' towards the horse stables, and I tacked up ma horse Tilly as fast as I could. Without even givin' her a sugary candy I was off like I was bein' chased by a pack of mad Coyotes. I galloped towards the slope to see little Gena being pulled from her horse by a mad Coyote. He was frothin' from the mouth and bearin' those ugly yellow teeth.

Gena was trying to stay up on her horse, but the Coyote was tearin' up her pants trying to pull her free. Gena's horse was rearing and bucking and by the looks of it I got there right in time. Right as I rode up, The Coyote pulled Gena free and her horse took to lopin' away. I leaped off of Tilly and raced to Gena's aid. When I got there I picked up a rather large rock and chucked it at the Coyote's head. I ran at it and kicked it and chucked big rocks at it, until it decided to give up. It wallowed away embarrassed by its surrender.

"Gena!" I scolded. "Your mama said no Ridin' without someone older than you!" "I'm sorry. I'll never do it again! Just dun tell mama!" She pleaded. I agreed to not tell if she promised not to go ridin' alone. I let her ride 'hind me on Tilly and we trotted home. Her leg was scraped and bruised and had been punctured by the Coyotes teeth. She was sweatin' and pale as snow when we went into the house. "Oh What happened!" Asked Grandma Starck. Gena looked at me, then at Grandma Starck as if lookin' for answers. "Oh. Well I took Little Gena up Ridin' along the slope, when a mad Coyote decided to pick a fight." I began. "He pulled her right off her horse!" Gena smiled at me, and I winked. "Thanks." She whispered. "Well Gena go get cleaned up so we can make sure your okay. Rayna go get Shannyn." And as I turned around my Grandma winked. "There's a surprise over there."

I did as I was told and went 'round the house to the back porch to find Aunt Shannyn, and my mom Holdin' a new baby goat. It's tiny little cone-shaped ears pricked towards me as I said "Oh a baby! When?" "Just a half hour ago!" Aunt Shannyn laughed. "While you were walkin' aimlessly." She teased. I blushed. It's tiny scrunched up face looked at me and it bleated. It's wobbly little legs were out in all directions. It had to be the cutest goat Id'e ever seen! She was a pale shade of Gray that got darker, and a streak of black ran down it's spine. It's face was snow white, but it was shaded by specks of black. It had strange blue eyes that seemed to smile at you. It's legs and tail were black,and it's little underbelly was all white. She had the tiniest little black beard that seemed as though it did not belong on that pure white little face of hers. I grabbed the goat in my arms and kissed her forehead. She smelled of wheat and straw. She looked up at me, then took to sleepin' on my legs. I handed her to Aunt Shannyn gave my mama a hug and wandered around to the horse corral. Then I took to the corner where a young foal slept. Her name was promise. She lay next to her mama who was nibblin' a bit of grass that grew along the edge of the corral. Although Promise's mama was a big dun gentle, Promise was a frisky multicolor. She was white besides the chestnut specks that ran down her spine and to her face. She was as skittish as squirrels in the cold. You'd try to stroke her and give her a candy, and she'd take to bucking and running to the opposite corner soon followed by her mom who would nicker softly to you as she passed. I silently approached her, holding out my hand She was a bit uneasy. She stood upon her wobbly little legs and pointed her hard head at my chest. I knew what she was thinking.

Just as she was about to charge her mama nipped her on the rump. She fell to her knees dramatically whinnying. She was such a baby. I chuckled at the sight of a young filly layin' on the ground screamin from a small nip from her mama. Just the thought of that sounded silly. After leaving the corrals I thought I might check up on Gena. When I opened the front door Gena was sittin' at the table holdin' a baby goat. It was brown with specks of white on her rump. Looked like an appaloosa horse. This Goat was Gena's. When I looked at Gena's face I was alarmed by the tears that were streaming down her face. Then I realized, something had happened to her goat. "Gena! What happened to him!" I gasped stroking his head. His chest rose and fell with heavy sighs. "That dumb Coyote! It got into the goat pen and grabbed him! I managed to get him and scare off the Coyote, but I don't think I got him in time." I looked at the bite marks around his neck, and the blood on his feet. He was in very bad condition. Although not bad enough to cost him his life.