Whew…they say things come in waves…and in threes…and so, boy do I have a story for you! As the title alludes, we had seven kids born within 14 hours here this weekend…Saturday afternoon thru Sunday morning. Lucy started showing signs of labor late on Friday evening. Pawing a bit, begging for pets, and lying real still. Saturday morning brought us…
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We’ve got three extension cords running the property to power the baby monitor and a shop light down in the Goat Barn… The Emergency Care Bin down in the Garden Shed (which is right next to the goat’s yard)… And clothes, jackets, hats, and headlamps all laid out on the Dining Room table. We’re checking vaginas and udders, pin tendons…
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When Kitty set her clutch in January, I thought she was a bit off her rocker… But I rolled with it and let her do her thing, trusting her instincts over my human worry. When she hatched out nine of 15 eggs I thought that seemed about right given the temperature fluctuations and such, but what do I know? As…
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I want to start off this post by thanking each and every one of you for your thoughts, prayers, and well wishes (whether spoken or left unspoken) as we’ve processed our losses. Your care, compassion, and intentions for us are all so deeply appreciated. I realize that the last couple of posts here have highlighted the grief we have experienced…
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You guys, we lost our sweet pup Arco in the night last night and we are absolutely heartbroken. We don’t know what happened and may never know. . . Though hindsight being what it is, in between bouts of tears, cuddling with E, and keeping ourselves busy, we have a guess or two. All we know for sure is that he was…
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You guys. . . I’ve debated even writing about this because I’m still coming to terms with the rough patch we’ve hit with Kitty’s clutch of ducklings. . . But in the interest of transparency and showing the reality that is farm life. . . As well as in simply documenting this journey of ours. . . I know it’s…