Lots of stuff has been happening around the homestead.
Both the saplings made honor roll at their respective schools, yay!
Then the Firebird suffered a concussion during basketball practice. He told me when he arrived home he had taken a crack from a team mate's head that bloodied his nose. I was distracted and didn't think it too serious so I told him to grab a bag of frozen veggies to apply to his nose. An hour later he didn't respond to the dinner call, and I went to check on him.
He complained of being exhausted and his head hurting and I quickly grabbed a flashlight to check his pupil response. His right pupil was not contracting in response to the light and spun eerily trying to avoid the light.
Everything stopped and I took him into the ER. We weren't treated with much priority there, but the doc recommended a ct scan to be on the safe side. The scan came back normal, so we went home with instructions to watch for anymore symptoms. (headache, slurred speech, vision trouble, etc)
The Firebird was adamant about attending school the next day, (and wanting to play in a far away game the next evening)so I put him on the bus and called the high school. The athletic director told me the school's sports injury specialist would take a look at him and would have to clear him to play again.
Word came back via the Firebird later that he couldn't play, but he was going to the game on the bench. When he was examined, he had experienced dizziness when tippping his head back, so he was still exhibiting signs of a concussion.
He felt pretty miserable after sitting through the loud game. I kept him quiet for the weekend, and again he insisted on attending school on Monday. No practice or game after school, so he rode the bus home, or to the bus stop.
He sent me a text from the bus asking me to make sure I was at the stop on time. When he got off the bus, he started crying; his head hurt so badly. Everything stopped, and I rushed him into the ER.
I managed to get him into a wheelchair, and when intake saw that he had been in a few days before, they rushed us right through- way down the back of the ER, where all was quiet except for the nearby bleep of monitors. I was getting a little scared.
He was sent off for another CT scan. I was told that sometimes bleeding in the brain can take several days to appear. The CT scan came back normal. He was diagnosed with post concussion syndrome, given a pill for nausea, some Ibuprofen and some Benydryl, and I was told to take him to his PCP for followup.
In the meantime, the Willow had developed a horrible cough. She had been fighting off a bug for awhile and it had obviously settled in her lungs, so I took her to the clinic the next morning for a script of Amoxycillin and kept the Firebird quiet at home. He had an appointment the next day.
His PCP laid down the law and told the Firebird to take the rest of the week off from school and sports, and the following week of vacation, and see how he felt after the New Year. He was pretty cooperative the first week but got pretty restless by the second week, texting back and forth with his coach (he was sorely missed by the team) trying to con me into at least letting him go WATCH the practices, but I held firm and howled about it being doctor's order's and I wasn't the bad guy...while wondering if I really wanted to let him go back to play at all.
Willow didn't get better on the Amoxycillin. She had been given capsules and can't swallow a pill. So we were dumping the powder in chocolate pudding. Her cough got worse. The script was changed to one of the cephalexans in liquid form and she thought that was yummy tasting so that went pretty well. She finished the course and still has a little congestion. Overall, she seems her old self again, yay.
The Firebird was cleared to gradually return to basketball. He had some minutes in the last game. He has fallen out of condition with two weeks off and been tired and trying to catch up on his work, too. He is on the student concil and had to been @ school before 7 this morning, and then attend school; finally a late practice tonight from 7-8:30.
Of course it is now my turn. I was laid low for three days with fever and sore throat and sinus pain. Then my ear filled up and I frantically swallowed Advil and Benydryl one after another until the pain subsided. All day yesterday I had the signs of a ruptured eardrum, so i finally went to the clinic this morning.
The Doc took one look inside the ear in question, quickly recoiled, and pronounced I had returned to my second childhood and had an inner ear infection. He handed me a ten day supply of Amoxycillin.
Welome January. :)
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Monday, July 25, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Kitten City
Ruby had a litter of healthy kittens about a month ago. Here's Willow with her favorite.
I realized that the last litter was probably stillborn because Ruby was letting another cat nurse her when she was pregnant. Not with this litter; she wouldn't let the cat near her.
Then Panther had a litter of kittens a few days ago. Wow. They are cute!
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Online for the moment
Another call to Dell, another temporary reprieve from internet banishment?
"Homer's Last Hurrah" BLF Lois and two of her three, hours-old triplets out of Homer. Two bucks and a doe. Homer never fully recovered from injuries, and although obviously still able to breed, was unable to re-join the buck herd and recently went to slaughter. Willow showed him to Grand Champion last year, and he was sire to my Badgee.
Update on my own goats: Jenny the goat, several minutes after my last update about her weeks ago, hopped her dividing fence and worked it out with everyone and is back with the herd.
Willow showed Uther for BLF in the yearling buck division @ the Fiber Frolic. He won Grand Champion cashmere goat. He is half brother to my Badgee. Willow won Grand Champion in Showmanship.
The Firebird graduated 8th grade fifth in his class, top ranked boy. He received several prestigious awards, even though his mother can't fashion a tie, lol.
Beautiful weather, not getting anything done with lots of things dividing my attention.
Happy Independence Day!
"Homer's Last Hurrah" BLF Lois and two of her three, hours-old triplets out of Homer. Two bucks and a doe. Homer never fully recovered from injuries, and although obviously still able to breed, was unable to re-join the buck herd and recently went to slaughter. Willow showed him to Grand Champion last year, and he was sire to my Badgee.
Update on my own goats: Jenny the goat, several minutes after my last update about her weeks ago, hopped her dividing fence and worked it out with everyone and is back with the herd.
Willow showed Uther for BLF in the yearling buck division @ the Fiber Frolic. He won Grand Champion cashmere goat. He is half brother to my Badgee. Willow won Grand Champion in Showmanship.
The Firebird graduated 8th grade fifth in his class, top ranked boy. He received several prestigious awards, even though his mother can't fashion a tie, lol.
Beautiful weather, not getting anything done with lots of things dividing my attention.
Happy Independence Day!
Monday, May 30, 2011
Long weekend in Paradise
I am finally getting around to posting the rest of the pics from a couple weeks ago.
But first a quick update on my own goats:
I thought it was time to put Jenny's Mom in with Jenny. They immediately got into a knock down, drag-out head-banger. Daphne is half Jenny's size, but she has been herd queen for years and she kept taking the high ground. Jenny wouldn't give up even though she fell down. I broke them up and took Daph out where she stood breathing hard for some minutes.
That means I probably will have to put one of the lesser does in with Jenny, but there is only one house and I don't think Jenny ever bunks with either one of the lesser does. And any of the wethers will most likely be able to beat Jenny up.
My other option is to start taking them on walks and letting her mix with everyone and see how that goes. She is not 100 percent yet as I could see in her bout with Daphne, but I don't like having to keep a goat separate.
Here are some more pics of Willow at the farm:
Willow and little Lori, her momma Lois behind, Maya mare in back.
Willow with Lori's "big Legs"
Willow and Jackson, the biggest goat at the farm.
But first a quick update on my own goats:
I thought it was time to put Jenny's Mom in with Jenny. They immediately got into a knock down, drag-out head-banger. Daphne is half Jenny's size, but she has been herd queen for years and she kept taking the high ground. Jenny wouldn't give up even though she fell down. I broke them up and took Daph out where she stood breathing hard for some minutes.
That means I probably will have to put one of the lesser does in with Jenny, but there is only one house and I don't think Jenny ever bunks with either one of the lesser does. And any of the wethers will most likely be able to beat Jenny up.
My other option is to start taking them on walks and letting her mix with everyone and see how that goes. She is not 100 percent yet as I could see in her bout with Daphne, but I don't like having to keep a goat separate.
Here are some more pics of Willow at the farm:
Willow and little Lori, her momma Lois behind, Maya mare in back.
Willow with Lori's "big Legs"
Willow and Jackson, the biggest goat at the farm.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Happy Mothers Day
me with Lori's "Big Legs"
me with Sugreca's boy
Willow and Maya
Willow with Carmela's boy
Willow and Jackson
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Sunday
No trips to the hospital last week, thank goodness, but a trip to the mechanics. I had a wheel bearing that had been grinding away for awhile and it was to the point I was anxious everytime I drove anywhere. The part was $110 and the labor was a steal for $40.
Kind of a steep repair for my old beater, just hit 188,888 and fast approaching 5 years with me. And the sticker runs out in March, do you hear the death toll? Just scrambling to get on my feet enough to get a replacement vehicle...
The goats are bored! Derek and Obi just stomped over a low section in the welded wire fence this afternoon to chew the tarp covering the hay (and wishing they had opposable thumbs to move the tarp to get to the hay). They totalled the fence, and I was amazed the rest didn't follow creating more damage.
I hauled the section of fence up, and luckily I had a long scrap of 6 foot welded wire I wired right over the bad section. Take that, you brats. I'll run an electric line in front of it if they keep that up!
We have a lot of snow on the ground!! I took Willow sledding to the big hill this afternoon. Just walking from the road to the crest was a nightmare, my weight enough to break through to 3 feet in places. Willow was light enough to mostly stay above a foot deep. No way was I going down and trying to walk back up through that!
Willow went twice, breaking distance records for us both times. She even made the jump at the bottom (where I usually wipe out) and hung on all the way to the bottom. A long way, poor thing slogged her way back up for a second run. By then I was frozen just sitting on the other sled watching. I should have gone down, I would have warmed up on the climb back. I just wasn't sure I would make it!
We have a steep hill to one side of the house, and last week the dog chased her down and could barely make it back up! It was over his chest, and I bet he was thinking he should not have chased her down the hill!
Cashmere combing season is starting, I combed stinky buck Chris last week. He loves the attention so much he had his head on my knee at one point. Until he got his hay, that is. Goats love food!
Kind of a steep repair for my old beater, just hit 188,888 and fast approaching 5 years with me. And the sticker runs out in March, do you hear the death toll? Just scrambling to get on my feet enough to get a replacement vehicle...
The goats are bored! Derek and Obi just stomped over a low section in the welded wire fence this afternoon to chew the tarp covering the hay (and wishing they had opposable thumbs to move the tarp to get to the hay). They totalled the fence, and I was amazed the rest didn't follow creating more damage.
I hauled the section of fence up, and luckily I had a long scrap of 6 foot welded wire I wired right over the bad section. Take that, you brats. I'll run an electric line in front of it if they keep that up!
We have a lot of snow on the ground!! I took Willow sledding to the big hill this afternoon. Just walking from the road to the crest was a nightmare, my weight enough to break through to 3 feet in places. Willow was light enough to mostly stay above a foot deep. No way was I going down and trying to walk back up through that!
Willow went twice, breaking distance records for us both times. She even made the jump at the bottom (where I usually wipe out) and hung on all the way to the bottom. A long way, poor thing slogged her way back up for a second run. By then I was frozen just sitting on the other sled watching. I should have gone down, I would have warmed up on the climb back. I just wasn't sure I would make it!
We have a steep hill to one side of the house, and last week the dog chased her down and could barely make it back up! It was over his chest, and I bet he was thinking he should not have chased her down the hill!
Cashmere combing season is starting, I combed stinky buck Chris last week. He loves the attention so much he had his head on my knee at one point. Until he got his hay, that is. Goats love food!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Running behind
We went to the beach couple of days ago. There wasn't any surf to speak of, so the kids each dug a big hole til they hit water. Then the tide came in and in a few surges the holes were gone. There's a lot of energy in tides!
The fog was almost right up to the waterline, and a couple times I looked up the beach and saw the fog blowing in. The water was freezing!
Worked the farm all week while the bosses were out of state at a funeral. Poor old Balloo, one of the farmdogs, died before they left and we buried him Saturday.
R and young D helped me run some fence to keep the bucks out of the new upper pasture. The neighbors across the street, although they own a couple of Belgian horses, don't like the smell of bucks. Running that upper pasture may have been for naught. The bucks love the new big south pasture, and I just learned that the owner of the property wants it extended even more down through the woods!
A couple of goat injuries this week. My little brown Derek is favoring a front leg. The hoof seems fine, so I think he twisted the knee. Champion Homer at the farm suffered a major rear injury, unknown, up the length of the inside of his back thigh, and a spot on the top of the back- same hip. Willow and I love Homer and wish him a speedy recovery!
So a tumultuous week, looking forward to a great weekend and wishing the same for everybody!
The fog was almost right up to the waterline, and a couple times I looked up the beach and saw the fog blowing in. The water was freezing!
Worked the farm all week while the bosses were out of state at a funeral. Poor old Balloo, one of the farmdogs, died before they left and we buried him Saturday.
R and young D helped me run some fence to keep the bucks out of the new upper pasture. The neighbors across the street, although they own a couple of Belgian horses, don't like the smell of bucks. Running that upper pasture may have been for naught. The bucks love the new big south pasture, and I just learned that the owner of the property wants it extended even more down through the woods!
A couple of goat injuries this week. My little brown Derek is favoring a front leg. The hoof seems fine, so I think he twisted the knee. Champion Homer at the farm suffered a major rear injury, unknown, up the length of the inside of his back thigh, and a spot on the top of the back- same hip. Willow and I love Homer and wish him a speedy recovery!
So a tumultuous week, looking forward to a great weekend and wishing the same for everybody!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Crazy week
Ayeh, it's been a crazy week.
Started off with me taking a friend to the ER for an auricular pseudocyst. Then two follow up doc appointments.
Then Willow crashed on her bike and scraped her face, arm and leg.
The four yearling bucklings on the hill escaped into the woods and were on the lam for 24 hours.
Phoenix lost a shoe while riding his bike and caught the bottom of his foot in the gears, crashed and tore open his foot. Six stitches (the second laceration just peeled the skin so there was nothing to stitch)...and the promise of at least a month of his summer vacation with a sore foot.
The warning is up for me-everyone else has been hurt this week. So I drove like a little old lady home from the ER at 1 am..didn't need to hit anything such as the three porcupines, two skunks, three cats and a fox that were running the roads with us last night. (or running across the road, as it were)
Well, we all have a day off today so I think we will try and take it easy!
Started off with me taking a friend to the ER for an auricular pseudocyst. Then two follow up doc appointments.
Then Willow crashed on her bike and scraped her face, arm and leg.
The four yearling bucklings on the hill escaped into the woods and were on the lam for 24 hours.
Phoenix lost a shoe while riding his bike and caught the bottom of his foot in the gears, crashed and tore open his foot. Six stitches (the second laceration just peeled the skin so there was nothing to stitch)...and the promise of at least a month of his summer vacation with a sore foot.
The warning is up for me-everyone else has been hurt this week. So I drove like a little old lady home from the ER at 1 am..didn't need to hit anything such as the three porcupines, two skunks, three cats and a fox that were running the roads with us last night. (or running across the road, as it were)
Well, we all have a day off today so I think we will try and take it easy!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Blood Ties
Busy busy busy! Spending a lot of time at the farm and not enough on my own place! Spring is in full swing!
The farm geese hatched out three goslings. They are pilgrim geese, the only color sexed breed of geese. The males are white- sometimes with gray patches, and the females are gray. The male goslings (2) are yellow and the female is dusky.
I finally snuck a pic of Bonnie's twin bucklings out of Zeus. Still, they were hiding.
My oldest, C, has been working the last few stretches at the farm with me. Here he is with the silly filly, Estrella, who walked right up to my camera and slobbered all over it.
Willow came in today, and had a chance to feed the bottle baby, one of Ursula's twin bucklings out of Nibbeola.
And one more doe yet to deliver, doesn't she look comfy? LOL. Uureka.
The farm geese hatched out three goslings. They are pilgrim geese, the only color sexed breed of geese. The males are white- sometimes with gray patches, and the females are gray. The male goslings (2) are yellow and the female is dusky.
I finally snuck a pic of Bonnie's twin bucklings out of Zeus. Still, they were hiding.
My oldest, C, has been working the last few stretches at the farm with me. Here he is with the silly filly, Estrella, who walked right up to my camera and slobbered all over it.
Willow came in today, and had a chance to feed the bottle baby, one of Ursula's twin bucklings out of Nibbeola.
And one more doe yet to deliver, doesn't she look comfy? LOL. Uureka.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Newcomers
Well, I worked hard at the farm this am. A visitor is coming to stay over and claim back two of her bucklings, now wethers. So just Boss and I, and we wanted things to look nice so we did some extra cleaning. Plus the Hill and Prescott were a mess and I took out two big wheelbarrows out of both. After all the carpentry work yesterday, I am feeling a bit sore!
But....the two boys came home! I am a little worried since Piper, for all his scrawniness, has turned into the dominant one, and claimed the house! Everytime Badger goes in, Piper kicks him out! That is why I have so many shelters for the big goats! I am hoping once night falls (and it is a red afterglow as I type this) Piper will lie down and not object to Badger joining him.
The rest of the herd was pretty funny-they share a fence, and the "big" goats were all stalking around with their hair sticking up. But the newcomers were relieved to see other goats! Hopefully their banded parts will fall off soon and they can join the rest...although Badger is a wimp so I hope he makes out ok.
Ok, the good part-PIX! Here are Badger and Willow. The light color on his back is his cashmere fiber-he has a lot, but it's not good quality, which is why he most likely would have gone for meat-but he is so sweet-tempered! Maybe Boss would have kept him...but I couldn't chance it! The long dark hair is his guard hair-both his mother and grandmother have very long guard hair ( his grandmother went to slaughter last year-Uud)
Here is a close up of Piper-I took like ten picks he kept sticking his face at the cam it was so funny!
And here are the two-Piper standing guard in the house and sweet Badger.
But....the two boys came home! I am a little worried since Piper, for all his scrawniness, has turned into the dominant one, and claimed the house! Everytime Badger goes in, Piper kicks him out! That is why I have so many shelters for the big goats! I am hoping once night falls (and it is a red afterglow as I type this) Piper will lie down and not object to Badger joining him.
The rest of the herd was pretty funny-they share a fence, and the "big" goats were all stalking around with their hair sticking up. But the newcomers were relieved to see other goats! Hopefully their banded parts will fall off soon and they can join the rest...although Badger is a wimp so I hope he makes out ok.
Ok, the good part-PIX! Here are Badger and Willow. The light color on his back is his cashmere fiber-he has a lot, but it's not good quality, which is why he most likely would have gone for meat-but he is so sweet-tempered! Maybe Boss would have kept him...but I couldn't chance it! The long dark hair is his guard hair-both his mother and grandmother have very long guard hair ( his grandmother went to slaughter last year-Uud)
Here is a close up of Piper-I took like ten picks he kept sticking his face at the cam it was so funny!
And here are the two-Piper standing guard in the house and sweet Badger.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Willow's Poems
Willow is so creative with her drawings. Her writing is coming along nicely as well. Here are a couple things she wrote the other day. I am fixing the spelling but was tempted to leave the errors since they are so cute.
The Ocean
The Ocean is so beautiful.
The blues greens and grays.
All the fish too little and big
but they're all the same. Fast and
slow. Big and small, pretty and ugly, shiny and dark edible not
edible. They're all they're all the same
except cold blooded and warm blooded.
Willow Trees
Willow trees are so beautiful,
they are brown green. They glisten
in the beautiful meadow, bees bugs
and butterflies, birds and leaves
surround it the leaves swing back
and forth. " I wish I could watch
the willow trees more but I have
to go."
The World
The World is so beautiful
The greens, the blues and browns
all the colors stand
for something. Blue stands for
ocean, green stands for grass
and brown stands for ground
the world is so beautiful.
The Ocean
The Ocean is so beautiful.
The blues greens and grays.
All the fish too little and big
but they're all the same. Fast and
slow. Big and small, pretty and ugly, shiny and dark edible not
edible. They're all they're all the same
except cold blooded and warm blooded.
Willow Trees
Willow trees are so beautiful,
they are brown green. They glisten
in the beautiful meadow, bees bugs
and butterflies, birds and leaves
surround it the leaves swing back
and forth. " I wish I could watch
the willow trees more but I have
to go."
The World
The World is so beautiful
The greens, the blues and browns
all the colors stand
for something. Blue stands for
ocean, green stands for grass
and brown stands for ground
the world is so beautiful.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Willow and the bucks
I worked the farm today, mostly taking care of the bucks with Willow's help.
Here she is with Virginia cashmere buck Champion Chris:
and with Hjalmar:
and a nice view of the munching bucks with my daughter and the fall foliage:
Here she is with Virginia cashmere buck Champion Chris:
and with Hjalmar:
and a nice view of the munching bucks with my daughter and the fall foliage:
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Goats and a Thunderstorm
Thunderstorm is putting it mildly. I finished the dishes around 10 pm last night just as the Firebird came down for a drink of water and a chat. I saw light flashing in the low cloud cover which has been persisting all week. First I thought it was heat lightning, and then I thought it was reflection from far away fireworks. I could even hear a distant, "Boom, boom."
Around 11 we realized it was an encroaching storm, as I tried in vain to watch the 11 pm news while the digital signal cut out with every flash. Occasionally the anchorwoman's face would freeze and we would laugh at her, then the screen would go blank. Making sense of it was useless, so I decided to go to bed.
The Firebird was directed to stay on the couch, since his second floor bedroom is right inside the drop for the powerline. Well, a few minutes later the house was shaking with the thunder crashes, and then we had a hit. You know, when the lightning and thunder strike at the same time. Crap.
I roused Willow from a deep sleep and put her down on the smaller couch and put my blankets on the floor. No sleeping at that point, though. Finally around 1am I decided it was safe for the kids to go back to bed, with the storm still raging to the east of us. I had farm and friends in mind, as I knew they were getting clobbered.
I looked out and saw the brooder light was off in the chicken coop, even though we (amazingly) still had power. I knew then the electric fence had taken a direct hit. Both extension cords are on the same GFI outlet, so I booted up and went outside and re-set the outlet. The light came on in the coop, but the charger stayed silent. Uh-oh.
Praying it was just the fuses, I tore apart the tool area twice looking for fuses so I wouldn't have to do it in the am. We had farm duty on the morning roster. Finally at 2 am after going over everywhere twice, including under the fridge (can you say, "ewwwww....?") I gave up. I did find 5 packs of sparklers for the fourth of July, though.
I knew the goats would respect the fence-most likely-for at least the morning, so we headed to the farm. I ran some errands afterwards and replaced the fried fuses and did get the charger going without having to replace it, and I did thank God. :)
I took a bunch of pix at the farm. Willow has been heartbroken: her favorite doeling is going to Colorado soon...She has cried several times over it, so I thought I would get their pic today.
Here is Lois, who yells incessantly in the morning until she gets her grain. I asked Boss if hay might help, and the result was Lois yelling with her mouth stuffed full, which did give Boss and I a good laugh.
Here is Emerson, a wether:
Jackson foreground, Jasper to the right, Bonnie behind, and shy Sandhja in the rear.
Here is Francis and Uureka's little first place buckling:
And one more of Willow with her faves: Coretta's little doe on the left, Bonnie's little buck on the right:
Around 11 we realized it was an encroaching storm, as I tried in vain to watch the 11 pm news while the digital signal cut out with every flash. Occasionally the anchorwoman's face would freeze and we would laugh at her, then the screen would go blank. Making sense of it was useless, so I decided to go to bed.
The Firebird was directed to stay on the couch, since his second floor bedroom is right inside the drop for the powerline. Well, a few minutes later the house was shaking with the thunder crashes, and then we had a hit. You know, when the lightning and thunder strike at the same time. Crap.
I roused Willow from a deep sleep and put her down on the smaller couch and put my blankets on the floor. No sleeping at that point, though. Finally around 1am I decided it was safe for the kids to go back to bed, with the storm still raging to the east of us. I had farm and friends in mind, as I knew they were getting clobbered.
I looked out and saw the brooder light was off in the chicken coop, even though we (amazingly) still had power. I knew then the electric fence had taken a direct hit. Both extension cords are on the same GFI outlet, so I booted up and went outside and re-set the outlet. The light came on in the coop, but the charger stayed silent. Uh-oh.
Praying it was just the fuses, I tore apart the tool area twice looking for fuses so I wouldn't have to do it in the am. We had farm duty on the morning roster. Finally at 2 am after going over everywhere twice, including under the fridge (can you say, "ewwwww....?") I gave up. I did find 5 packs of sparklers for the fourth of July, though.
I knew the goats would respect the fence-most likely-for at least the morning, so we headed to the farm. I ran some errands afterwards and replaced the fried fuses and did get the charger going without having to replace it, and I did thank God. :)
I took a bunch of pix at the farm. Willow has been heartbroken: her favorite doeling is going to Colorado soon...She has cried several times over it, so I thought I would get their pic today.
Here is Lois, who yells incessantly in the morning until she gets her grain. I asked Boss if hay might help, and the result was Lois yelling with her mouth stuffed full, which did give Boss and I a good laugh.
Here is Emerson, a wether:
Jackson foreground, Jasper to the right, Bonnie behind, and shy Sandhja in the rear.
Here is Francis and Uureka's little first place buckling:
And one more of Willow with her faves: Coretta's little doe on the left, Bonnie's little buck on the right:
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Fishing, tree climbing, and ice out?
Open water fishing began April first. We thought today there might be just enough open water to give it a go. Here is Willow, the determined, but disappointed, fisherwoman.
I managed to catch a tree (bobber dangling in middle of photo). Where is that tree-trimmer when you need him? I turned over casting to the saplings, who managed much better, only snagging the ice floes a few times.
The Firebird managed a few excellent casts on his own, until he (wisely) gave up fishing, and retreated to his more preferred pastime, tree-climbing. Note the snowboots and t-shirt, while Willow is huddled in a snowcoat. ;)
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