I wrote this for my practice’s site, but I thought I’d share it here as well. It’s about that time of year again. The original post is here.
Lice. The word makes me shiver. It doesn’t bother me as much if my livestock get it, because it is species specific. I know how to control it on my animals, and I’m able to do preventative care. Children socializing with others — not so much.
We haven’t decided which way to go on our living arrangements on the land. DH and I checked out some campers, but quickly forgot what we liked and disliked about each after an afternoon of shopping. This time I went to record the pros and cons of each, and I took my 23 year old son (DS2) and 25 year old daughter (DD3) with to get their input. The 21 year old was invited, but didn’t want to go.
This was mainly posted for family to see the two “kids” as well as the campers and for anyone curious about our family. Expect weirdness. Just sayin’.
14 dozen eggs. That’s how many eggs I had after being able to finally function. I was out of commission the past few weeks. I was barely able to get animals taken care of. The hot days were fine, but when the cold damp nights hit, my knees went crazy as did the Fibro. By the time I could start functioning about mid-day, the cold and damp were moving in again a couple of hours later. Such is summer in our area of New England. Unfortunately, keeping on top of eggs went by the wayside. Continue reading
We have finally (!) set a date to move myself and our livestock down to our land: November. We can’t do an exact date because of DH’s job. DS2 has decided he wants to go with me, so I’ve added him into the plans. I’m grateful for the help he’ll give. He loves building things and is looking forward to it. Continue reading
Have you ever tried to explain an invisible illness or sensitivity to someone who just doesn’t seem to “get” it? Usually they mean well and are just trying to help. I have a lot of “helpful” friends. I still love them, though. It really is too much for anyone else to remember. I am always grateful they care enough to try. Continue reading
Fun-filled, exciting night. Okay, maybe the fun part isn’t true except where the birthday is concerned. It’s birthday week: eldest son, youngest son and eldest grandson. Last night, we were celebrating the eldest son and the youngest son was opening his presents since my eldest couldn’t come back up for a while due to his work schedule. I spent most of the day shopping for food and doing the usual preparations around outside work.
Since the goats don’t have horns and look alike, they wear collars so I can identify who is who and have something to grab on to when I need to. I was in the yard checking water since our state has decided to be it’s usual fickle self concerning weather, and it had shot up to over 80 degrees. I left the enclosure and happened to see an older goat kid trying to play with one of our new horned lambs, and his collar got caught on her horn as she jerked back.