Last night certainly had its ups and downs…
My youngest sister stopped by the farm early in the evening to share her daughter’s joy and pride. Special Olympic Medals. Courtney was born with a chromosomal disorder. Trisomy 10p, about 90 percent of children do not survive , passing away before or during birth and those that do live past birth suffer serious symptoms. Most children with Trisomy 10p die in the first three months of life, and only 10 to 20 percent survive past the first year. It is extremely rare.
Courtney was beaming as she showed me her Silver and Bronze medals; won in the Special Olympic sports of softball and running. So, to say this is a triumph is an understatement. I was so proud, we shared an ice cream to celebrate!
Later in the evening , when the farm animals are usually putting themselves to bed…(the ducks and chickens waddle and cluck their way into the small barn) I go out at dusk to be sure the barn doors are secure and all gates are closed, waters full.
Last night, started out with Mr. Nasty throwing his weight around…bullying the ducks from their beds.
The ducks retreated into the llama pasture for safety. I walked behind them encouraging them to waddle into the back barn, where there is a sleeping area with a little exit door….Here you see Malokai thinking he should sleep in there…
Mali, you are not a chicken or a duck…
You didn’t fit, did you….?
I was satisfied they would be safe inside; I checked waters and llama gates, then headed into the house. Put on my pink flannel jammies and set about to put my feet up with a big mug of chamomile tea…
…my moment of relaxation didn’t last long…what a ruckus! My son Justin and I ran out back to see what in tarnation was happening! 2 ducks were near their swimming pool ~ quacking to beat the band. Wait ~ “2” ducks? Justin one of my ducks is gone? Don’t panic Jessica, remain calm…too late! JUSTIN!!!!!! MY DUCK IS MISSING!!!!
He runs to get the lantern as I try to find my way around in the dark…Jenni is just coming home…she meets Jus on the porch as he is running out back with the light…Jenn joins in the search…
I hear the fence snapping…so I head there, “duck feathers”!..broken fence…frantic llamas! Justin follows the trail of feathers…to the edge of the woods….”QUACK” “Mom, she’s in here…” “MOM!” ” She’s in here with a coyote!” He begins hollering and yelling…the predator drops the duck…..”Mom, she’s hurt”. “I can’t believe I was 4feet from a coyote with no gun! I can’t believe we found her!” I can’t believe she’s alive!” “I can’t believe I was 4 feet from a coyote with NO gun!” I hurried into the brush to gather up a bleeding and scared little duck.
Justin fixed the fence, Jenni put the other 2 chickens in the small barn…Mr. Nasty be damned, and I brought daisy into the house to clean her off and assess her injuries…a few puncture wounds and probably a bit of shock. Becky, my neighbor and I applied an antibiotic ointment to the wounds and placed her in bed of dry straw in a dog crate with water and food. I will keep her in the house for the night.
Not too much sleep last night…with every quack my dogs jumped and so did I. We all ran downstairs at about 2am she was making a racket…though she was in some terrible pain or something. She laid an egg. Let’s go back to bed dogs!
I let her out as the sun was rising this morning; she found her friends, then set about searching for delicious bugs for breakfast! I hope she recovers well, I think I will clean her again tonight.
Did I tell you my husband is away…why does everything happen when my husband is away?