Oh my poor neglected blog space…I have missed you! I have missed having time to digest our life, not just live our life. I have missed having time to think, not just do. I have missed enjoying my pictures, not just taking them!
Life around here was just tromping right along…new lambs, new chicks, old chores…until the day of the picture above. Our Speedracer (in black) was mopey on our afternoon woods-walk to check out the recent prescribed burn down at the tree farm. I thought it was just his allergies because I was having hay fever issues suddenly too.
Wow–total momma-fail!
His school called Monday morning and his temperature was 101! He was home, fighting a high fever and taking 4 hour naps for a week!
So we moved along the best we could with a man down. Mr. Fix-It had to take our lawn mower apart and give it some TLC and sharpen the blades and put it all back together again. The Cowboy was his big helper for that job and it turns out that our Cowboy has learned where all the tools in the garage belong and is Mr. Fix-It’s personal clean-up helper. And now we can cut the grass again. (Bet the neighbors appreciate that!)
We haven’t done much of an update on our chicks yet because it’s taken everything we’ve got to keep them healthy. I’ve written before about how we mail-order our chicks and they come right to the Post Office in Town when they’re about a day old. Well, this time suddenly the hatchery is sending them over the weekend–and the Post Office is closed on Sunday! So our chicks were getting here at 2+ days old!
Ugh! They were super-frail when they got here and it’s been a real struggle to keep them healthy.
The good news is that they seem to be fine now, but it was really touch-and-go for a while! The little guys we’ve got right now are real survivors!
And the lambs are growing.
We’ve got 16 lambs total now, and we’re still waiting on 3 ewes (although there’s one that might not be bred this year). The oldest lambs are already eating hay and nibbling on grain at feeding time–time flies!
Our Ladybug and Cowboy really stepped up last week to help out while I was nursing Speedracer. And just when I think I’ve got my little guy on his feet again, Saturday night my Cowboy starts moping. Yep, the fever. Then by Sunday my Ladybug is running errands with Mr. Fix-It and comes back and falls asleep right on the living room floor. Yep, the fever.
And it’s the high, scary kind. Last night the Cowboy’s got up to 104.5. We were about to haul him to urgent care, but the medicine (with some cool clothes and ice packs) was able to start bringing it down in about 30 minutes and it continued down to 100 over the next two hours. Whew, my momma-heart was about to pound right out of my chest! (These are compound-painful times for a motherless mother, let me tell ya!)
So our crew is laid out with their pillow-pets, under homemade afghans, sipping Gatorade and herbal tea, and watching Old Yeller today.
Prayers are appreciated–although I’m feeling better knowing that it seems to be the same thing we just got over with the little one.
How is your week starting out?
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