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And most days, really. Each day is filled with soul filling spectacles and moments. Emotional exhausting moments, worry, wonder, delight…. Being a Human is amazing.
Dolly, wondering where her treats are and why this black box keeps clicking at her.
The newest baby goat at this point, and the prettiest. Blue eyes and silver coat with perfect markings.
And my new painting has come home, painted by my friend Mich at MishMashArt.etsy.com
It’s been a week and a half of highs and lows here on the little holding we live on. Lots of animal drama.
One cat, Georgie, ingested a feather shepherds hook earring (I’m 99% certain as I found evidence, CSI here I come), didn’t eat or drink or move for two days, then suddenly went outside and came back in happy and normal as ever.
Another cat, Sparrow, hurt his paw somehow, I have no idea what happened as he wouldn’t let me get near it and was dragging around his back leg like a sack full of dead mice. I made him stay in for 3 or so days and then there was no keeping him in, he was causing all kinds of trouble.
Then one of our hens died.
Then one of the young goats got sick, is sick still. Of course with animals you never really know exactly what’s wrong, but in this case my hypothesis is that before we chased him out from around the pond (it’s fenced but easily broken into) is that he chowed down like a pig on the super thick sharp reed grass all around the pond. He’s started to eat finally today again (2 days later) after much massaging of belly, offering water and treats, drenching him with olive oil and baking soda (forcing him to drink it), and pettings and worryings and prayers. Really hope the little guy pulls through.
Then of course a stray dog too.
Even though I know these are not “big” problems, comparatively to many other problems I could have, my stress and worry has drawn me closer to God, he hears and answers the hurts and worry in my heart. He sees my mind picturing and hears me asking for a good outcome.
The ongoing saga of the ducks!
So Early this year we lost our chickens from a neighbour dog attack. The neighbours paid for us to renew our flock and I decided I wanted ducks as well as chickens with the money we got. I bought a breeding pair from another neighbour and 3 to eat, and drove to Nelson (about 2 hrs away) to get 6 more ducks, two females and 4 males from a different breeding stock, but the same breed, Muscovy.
Out of the 6 we got from Nelson, all but two got killed by a bobcat and one of the remaining two died of… something, don’t know exactly what. Just fell over dead one day. The last one was a female, but boy, compared to the 2 that remained from the other batch, she was so timid, unhealthy looking and not strong. She seemed happy enough by herself, swimming around and the male left her alone so I thought maybe she’ll just get healthy and strong and then start laying eggs or something. No such luck. I hadn’t seen her for a couple of days so I walked around the pond and there she was… just curled up dead. She had either starved herself cause she didn’t want to make the 10 ft swim across to the bank to eat or something… who knows.
I had to leap in the pond, swim over to the island and fling her rotting carcass to the shore with the dog shadowing my every move and trying to roll in the dead duck carcass. Fun and games.
Then last night our youngest cat, Georgie, slipped outside and never came back. She’s usually back by morning at the very latest, but usually within an hour she’s meowing at my bedroom window wanting to come in. She doesn’t like being away from us for long.
This morning, no Georgie. hmmm.
Then Kate comes out of her room in tears and bunched up in pain 😦 we had to take her to emerg when she threw up some streaks of blood. yikes. Of course, like always, people start feeling better on the way to the Hospital. Anyway, the Dr. gave her a Gravol and reassured us that it was probably just a tummy bug of some sort. We were there for 3 hours.
Come home, still no Georgie. I called all over the property making she she wasn’t stuck anywhere or having a deep sleep. I went up to the neighbours to see if she got trapped in any of their buildings or if they had seen her. I went down to the other neighbours and no go there either. I went across the road to another neighbours and hear “MEOW” MEW” “MAOOOWWWLLL” from waaaaaaayyyyy up high in a huge pine tree. My guess is she got chased up by the dog and spent the night there. The guy helped me get her down and she was panting and hot and when we got her home she drank water for about 5 min.
Kate is sleeping and feeling okay. I think I will pick her up some Gatorade while I’m in town having a birthday lunch with the girls.
Sigh! At least the day doesn’t seem to be continuing in this weird disjointed fashion.
Long story short….
I had caught all my remaining ducks (only 4 left) except Priscilla, to keep them safe from a bobcat… I stalked her several times during the day and for an hour last night but she’s very smart, spry and wary so I couldn’t catch her.
I went down at first light this morning to make sure she made it through the night without “Bob”cat getting her.
She was chasing a muskrat and made him get out of the pond and wouldn’t let him back in! I wished I had my camera.
It gives me great hope for her survival anyway 🙂
She has been laying eggs, but not setting, up in the hayloft.
Yesterday we blocked the entrance so today I got to witness the antics of a single minded chicken, desperate to get to her “Secret” nest.
Hanging off the side of the barn, perched precariously on dead grape vines etc. So tonight, i go to tuck the chickens in and she’s missing … looked all over for her.
Couldn’t find her.
Then, lo, what do I see?
Some feathers sticking out between barn boards… a 2 inch wide spot, she had some how managed to wedge herself into that spot and got stuck against a hay bale and couldn’t move.
At least we found her! I would hate to lose one of my Americaunas!