Where have I been? What have I been doing? No, really: I’m asking YOU! (ggg)
Barely a week after my last post (in the middle of lambing) I got a call from my uber-pregnant daughter who had been quite ill, saying “Hi, Mom … guess you’d better get a ticket: they’re shaving me right now.” She had gone into early labor, necessitating a C-section (like her previous one). Less than 12 hours later the baby started running a high temp and was eventually diagnosed with listeria, which is probably what my daughter had, as well. Thus began two weeks of IV antibiotics and monitoring in various NICUs in the Bay area, depending on the severity of problems at any given time. I got to stay with the toddler, which was truly a bright spot, bringing her - along with dinner - for nightly visits with the rest of the clan. The good news is that we all survived, and the little family is home and healthy again.
Beautiful Baby Riyana Gramma's new girl
Exhausted daddy and daughter
But, poor Gramma, everything after that seems a blurr. I do know that a lot has happened.
In no particular order:
We had 14 lambs* born, lost 5
Had 4 angora kids* born, lost 2
Sheared all the goats and half the sheep
Had to cull two big rams (wolves were happy about that)
Celebrated some birthdays
Got a firetruck
Had several weeks of farmers' markets
Had family visits
Had lots of rain and cold
Solved the mystery of who was eating all of our eggs*
Had some warm, beautiful days
Spent time with friends
Were told one Kangal might have bone cancer (later ruled out with X-rays)
Had to put down our 20-year old farm dog
Then there were meals and sleeps, and spinning and TV shows, lots of dead things in the bathtub*, trips here and there, etc., etc., etc.
Then, one mild morning morning, as we let the ewes and lambs into the llama pen to eat some lush green weeds, a pair of bluebirds sailed by and landed on the fence just in front of us. There they sat, taking turns darting to the ground, snapping up little bugs, and returning to their posts. Today we saw a SECOND pair, gliding just above the driveway. Could be our bluebirds of happiness have returned.
* - next time