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Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Walkin'


Time to recharge after 20 days of sickness - what better way than to take some time for a walk with a friend. The weather today is around 60, sun. My body needs it. I haven't had time or energy to spend much quality time with myself, let alone the animals, or my husband. I'm feeling good though, just still a bit 'quite', but the worst is over. I did manage to crack a rib or two from coughing so hard. Good grief.

We await the final ewe to lamb. She is so sick of me lifting her tail and checking the hardness of her udder, that she sighs when I appear in the morning - "Are your hands warm?" she asks with her eyes...

We lost one of my favorite bantie hens, Zuchhi, on Sunday. I don't know why. I found her dead by the barn in the late afternoon. No signs of distress, wounds, puncture marks or bugs. She had appeared normal all week, and was laying. She was a comical frizzle, with a unique personality. I held her in the barn - surrounded by the newly loaded 2 tons of hay - and cried and cried. The crying made me cough, and together the coughing and crying disturbed Pino Blangiforti. He arrived at my side, and stood quitely with me. I was crying for that darn little chicken, but also for my father.

5 comments:

coloredsock said...

ahhh. what to say. you said it already so beautifully. i'm thinkin of you. i hope your body and heart find the nourishment they need. well, from the photo, it looks like they already are. xo

Cathy said...

Oh honey, I'm sorry about your little hen. Glad you're on the mend, and that you're surrounded by so much beauty and love. Take care of yourself.

katie said...

i'm so sorry...

Anonymous said...

i still cry for my papa, and it's been 28 years.
be well...
rose

farmlady said...

This is a sad but lovely story. When my father died last year my dogs did the same as Pino and came to me. Those of us who love our pets, farm animals and the wild things in our life know the bond that is formed and it's a gift that is sometimes very painful. I believe that animals are wise souls that have a higher calling than ourselves. Each one come to us with something very special and when they go, they leave a part of themselves with us. When we cry for them we cry for fathers and for ourselves.
Take care.

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