Second Verse

Same as the first.  A little bit louder and a little bit worse.

So last week was...horrific.

On Tuesday we lost Cisco.

On Wednesday Maiden gave birth to a little ewe lamb.  All day that lamb was running about, yelling it's head off, seemed to be happy and healthy.

On Thursday morning the lamb was stone cold and not moving.  A friend and I spent the entire day trying to get warm milk and electrolytes into her and getting her warmed up and moving. By dinner time she was starting to stand and walk on her own.  Adam went to bed at 10 pm and when he got up for the 1 am feeding, she had died.

Saturday night a teenager wrecked her truck on a patch of black ice on the road in front of the neighbor's house and was thrown from the vehicle.  To the best of our knowledge, she is thankfully going to be ok.  But...

On Sunday afternoon, we lost one of our yaks, Eirene.  Adam thinks that the commotion from the fire trucks and ambulance spooked the herd and she got hurt when they bolted.  The only small blessing is that Dawa is now over 8 months old and pretty well weaned.  But that's about it.


I don't know if we maybe need to call in a young priest and an old priest, or perhaps walk widdershins around the farm burning sage or what, but this is ridiculous.  And exhausting.  Emotionally, physically, everything.  We're just kind of... eish.  Here's hoping this week goes better.