At the risk of offending a number of folks AND really sounding
like a whiner…
been one hell of a week.
Just when things were looking so promising, too.
Monday morning I was feeling particularly fine. I could walk without pain for the first time
in weeks, the torrential rains had finally stopped and we had big plans for the
week. We were confident that we could
get “back on track” with the season.
Then, I hit that final step on the way to the barn.
The pain of re-injury to that blasted medial gastrocnemius
hit with full force. A call to the
doctor was in order after dealing with the issue on our own for six weeks.
There was a distinct (although very slight) possibility that the problem was
more severe than I had thought.
I learned something that morning…besides the fact that the
Boss can do the “town run” every bit as well as I can (!) …if you tell a physician’s
office that you have long-term leg pain (and you are “of a certain age”) they
will get you in for an appointment without delay…as in “get your shoes on and
get down here RIGHT NOW!”
Of course, nothing could be ascertained from a physical exam,
so the next thing I knew…I was headed to the hospital for an ultrasound. The whole deal pretty much shot Monday. It was a good news/bad news kind of thing. No
blood clots = GOOD NEWS. The entire day
dealing with doctors/hospital and NO real treatment = BAD news. I guess I'll just keep hitting the ibuprofen and icing down my calf every chance I get.
Since the ground was still so wet from all last week’s rain,
we didn’t feel too bad about the lost time.
Upon our return, the Boss did some mowing, I started some seeds. Surely, tomorrow…
We finally got the squash and cucumbers planted. We are only something like two weeks, maybe
THREE, behind schedule…but, we’re making progress. Hooray!
But, then, another lamb looked sick. REAL sick. Then, it died…quickly…horribly.
An operation the size of ours cannot take too many losses without serious
consequence. It was time to investigate.
Since I take all the losses personally, every loss is a REAL big deal. I watched the “death throes” this time and
everything about the case was worrisome.
I kept hearing old Doc Snowdy’s voice saying “when you see neurological
issues, Barbara, you have to consider rabies…” With M’brook’s history with
rabid foxes, I just couldn’t shake that one.
The Boss called the state Ag lab, and suddenly we were
hauling a dead lamb to H’burg for analysis. (do we have
FUN, or what?)
Long story…short…NO rabies.
Cause of death is still somewhat uncertain. More than a little time has
been spent talking to the vet and reading page upon page of online veterinarian
information. I found and bought an immense and incredibly cool new vet book for
future cases. We are fairly certain it
was a case of ignorance/mismanagement.
While this bothers me more than words will ever allow me to express, I
can assure you that I will do my utmost to NEVER experience this one again!
By the time we waded through the lamb mess…we were facing
the possibility of disastrous weather. This time it was going to be COLD.
Sometimes I really wonder…
The mid-week thunderstorms gave way to COLD, WINDY
weather. REALLY COLD! REALLY WINDY!
Friday evening found us again covering new plantings in
hopes of saving the crops. Frost was predicted. Again.
Yes, it IS Memorial Day weekend…this is really,
34* was the reading as I headed out for Market Saturday
Row cover is only marginally effective in such cases. We
were both actually thankful that the whole dead lamb thing kept us from getting
the tomato/pepper crop in the ground.
Neither one can handle cold weather with any real success.
We will have to wait a while to see if the squash/cucumber
plants will recover from the cold snap.
If not, we have other plants ready to go into their places. But, all the delays…and the replanting mean
that the harvest will be later (and later) in the season.
Harvest day was fairly uneventful.
Market Saturday was cold and slow and many vendors
complained about an “off” day. This
Market season has been unlike those in the past and we have yet feel that we
are in the rhythm of the season. Any
comparison to last season is more than a little disappointing.
Comparisons got me thinking…
Today the Boss and I headed over to Draft to do a little
“critter sitting”. Since the kids are out in Ohio, participating
in a poultry show, someone needed to feed the other chickens, quail, cat, dogs
Because, despite Oreo’s ability to feed herself…she wasn’t going to
share…and the rest of the critters really
needed a drink of water!
But, three years ago today, this was the big news at a certain
address in Draft.
After facing near death head-on through NO fault of
her own (no exaggeration here…they gave our girl a 5% chance of survival),
spending 17 days in ICU and another 17 on the general ward…Tough Chick finally
came home. The photo does not do justice
to the relief we all felt. I only wish I had a current picture for comparison's sake.
While I realize that 3 years is a long time…eventual
recovery was predicted…and well,
tough people get through stuff… I don’t think any of us had any idea what trials and experiences were ahead when we rejoiced at the homecoming on that May day in
There have been many lessons in commitment, perseverance,
patience and love learned at that address there in the Draft. I, for one, have
learned a lot from certain young folks in my life…
Josh and Betsy…y’all
…and so (of course) is Forest! J
If for no other reason that he is "so stinkin' cute!"
Among many other things...the whole recovery process just proved that...Things have a way of working out...so, with that in mind...the upcoming week just HAS to be better.