Lent is going on apace, I'm glad for the regular times for Bible Study with the congregations during Lent.
So, there have been several hospitalizations, and those members seem to be recovering well. Thank God for that.
Today I put out a few pounds of Barn Lime on the sheep droppings. Rain was forecast for this evening. So the lime should help me with my clean up. Especially in keeping the soil from being burned up with too much Nitrogen. And for some people it helps get rid of the smell, though I don't mind that gentle rural fragrance-others might. So, I try to take care of it.
After I got home from Lenten services and Bible Study tonight Mary told me that our ram had fallen and tangled himself in his tether. After helping some of the kids I went to investigate.
Apparently the ram got tangled and fell from the hay bail so that he couldn't get up. He was limping and had choked himself a bit.
Mary untangled him, and noticed the limp. Clara went out later and reported that he seemed not as active and limped a bit.
So I went out after all these things. The ram was more subdued than usual. His limp seems to be gone. I checked his legs, mouth, eyes, lips, tongue, neck, walk and such. Aside from being a little less active he looked ok. But it was dark and I was using a flashlight and it was raining and sleeting.
I think it was his back left leg that was limping. Mary and Clara didn't tell me which leg. He just seemed a bit sore below the left hock-but he could have been a bit skittish when I grabbed him there. That would be normal.
I did a little internet searching on leg wounds to sheep and goats. Nothing definitive.
The funny thing is that when I came in I had this barnyard aroma on me. And I felt comforted by it. It might seem stupid, but that's the way it is.
I like having animals to take care of and which provide my family with food. Only my parents will appreciate how totally ironic that statement is coming from me.
Thank you, Mom and Dad, for making me take care of pigs and the other critters we had while Jeremy and I were growing up. I really didn't appreciate it at the time. I'm starting to appreciate it now. And thanks to the late James Alfred Wight who introduced me to so much of the joy of animal husbandry through his books.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Actually, this is just a bunch of photos, the crib tent is toward the end.
Who knew that such a simple thing could bring such joy. Each of our kids have enjoyed this little trick. "Time for nap!" "No!" "Do you want a tent?" "Yes!" "Climb in bed" Sound of feet running down the hall, a creek and a bounce. "Tent pease?" "Love you, Good night." "Wuv you, nite."
|Just Married, Sept, 30th, 1989, Harvest Fest and Rosh Hashana|
|Dave taking a picture of Madeline on her first day of Public School. (Last Month)|
|The Sheep are doing fine.|
|Michael Jackson? Or a Knight that says "Ni"?|
|Inge and Stella looking out the window.|
|The Crib Tent|