Rain...Rain....

....and I won't say go-away...but please stop for little while. Not a long while.  Not like drought long. Or anything like that.  Just a leetle while. 

Old Fashioned Roses on a rare sunny day before the rain got 'em. 

We've had a wet spring and Tropical Bill just brought in a whole slew of raindrops on top of the excessive amount we had just before Bill got here. 

It's just wet..and muddy.  One area about six miles from us got 10.65 inches of rain over one night.  Thankfully we didn't get that much.  But we've got to be pushing close to that in totals of the last week or so.  It's suppose to move out over the weekend and then some sunshine..and hot humid weather is in store. 

Gracie is happy with the awesome Mulberry season we've had!  The sheep love  love love the juicy berries and appreciate the rain knocking them off the trees in buckets.   Lipstick shade Mulberry Red...

This one has been sick!   He woke me up last Sat. morning crying and in obvious pain. Still not sure what is going on, but after a rough early week  he seems to be feeling much better.  He is on antibiotics and got a shot for nausea --blood work was good except a high white blood count.  Hoping he is just experiencing some mystery infection/illness  and will be okay.  He is so rotten, but so good at the vets.  They all thought he was so sweet.  It was so good to have him grab my arm and try to bite me last night!  Get well big Sage Grass. 

The barn lot is a mess.  I've been trying to dig trenches with the shovel to divert some of the rain/mud/ sludge away from the path and barn but the ground is just too saturated to do much good.  The sheep do.not.like wading through mud and water.  The oldsters who have challenges in the best of times find it hard slogging.  Their barn is sorta dry but it's damp too (not muddy) and just isn't a healthy place right now, so I kick them out into the wet wonderland every morning.  

Earlier this Spring we had a fly apocalypse.  It's been a long time since I've seen that many flies.  With this second round of excessive rain/muddy/nasty stuff the flies are again on the rebound--bless their hearts.  I spray the barn once a day  even though I tend to stay away from pesticides.  There is just no way I can come up with to make the barn at least tolerable for when the sheep have to be in there.

One of two cherry pies made from cherries from my two trees...before the rain/damp/mildew/something got all the rest of the cherries

The house is so damp.  The humidity rises up through the concrete floors.  I've been keeping the a/c on much more than usual to keep the humidity under control in the house.  The dogs think it's all my fault and look so used and abused because they have to get wet when we go out to do chores. 

Spring pond.. usually dry by now.  Now it's a small lake.  Ashley and Carly face off with neighbor cows.  

Last night we (me and the dogs) got caught out in the rain.  I did chores as early as I could after I got home because I knew that there was more rain coming in.  Just got the sheepies in and it started sprinkling but I thought I'd still get the dogs walked---maybe be a bit damp when we got back.  However the skies opened up and we got drenched.  We weathered it out in a shed for a bit but then I decided it wasn't going to quit for awhile and we made a dash for home.  I thought it was kinda fun but I couldn't see squat with my glasses running water and fogging over...I was so wet.  The dogs were not one little bit amused.  Drama, drama, drama with those three sugar cubes.  At home I had to completely change clothes and find several towels to dry the dogs off a bit. 

After another outburst...or is that cloudburst...last night. 

Anyway...here are a few pictures with explanations --hope you all are weathering the Spring well!  Although it is almost Summer now.  Have a great weekend!

These boots  have been put to hard use this Spring.

  

Oh..and yeah, this guy was in my house!  I'm pretty sure the cats brought him in.  My theory is that the outside kitties caught him out of the field ...brought near house...catio kitties nailed him and brought him IN the house.  I knew something was in the house that shouldn't be as the vultures..uh, kitties...were all sitting around looking behind the cabinet.  This guy finally let me catch him in a little chipmunk trap and I released him away from the house --he was suffering a leg injury (after the state my house was in when I got home I know it was a battle royal for him) but seemed pretty spry anyway.  It has been a lethal year for the wildlife from the catio cats--two birds, several small snakes, frogs...those are just what I know about....

Catching Up

Sage, Birdwatching

Just a few updates on things around the homestead. The weather has been very nice this week, with unseasonably warm temperatures. The peeper frogs are out in full force and will likely get their webby little feet frozen this weekend. The bad storms that hit Oklahoma and moved into Missouri, missed us as well, although we got several inches of rain. Everything is muddy and mushy, but we do need the moisture, so I'm not complaining. (add on: It's the weekend now, and the temperatures are much cooler again).

I've had to rearrange my schedule a little with letting the chickens out in the morning, since 'we' were visited by a 'possum last week. Normally I open the chicken house door while I'm feeding the sheep and doing the other chores. At that time it is still dark, and the chickens will come out at daylight. One morning last week, while I was getting ready for work, I heard a ruckus from the hen house. I crammed my feet in my shoes, and went running up there. I grabbed the shovel as I went. Inside the chicken house, up on the roost, a 'possum was selecting which chicken morsel it would like for breakfast. At this point it was daylight and the hens could see it and were scattering. I whacked it off the roost with the shovel and gave it another whack as it scuttled out the door. And said to myself, 'it won't come back today, after that'! Back to the house to finish getting ready for work. Ten minutes later, chickens are alarmed again and I run back out with the shovel. Yep, it was back. This time, I hustled the last chicken out, shut all the doors and left the 'possum in and the chickens out and headed off to work, lest I be late. My plan was to capture it and remove it when I got home. My Dad ended up doing that while I was at work, and I sure appreciated it. The 'possum was removed and relocated. However, all that to say that now I don't open the little chicken door until daylight, and then I usher all the chickens out. They aren't happy about it, as some are obviously not 'morning chickens'. But so it goes.

The same day, after work, I finally got my taxes in to the preparer. It was a relief to get it done and out of the way. I'd been procrastinating, then sorting, and then procrastinating some more. I was getting a little sick of myself. Now I just need to file it all away and forget about it.

Ariel seems to be doing pretty good. The thunder storms stress her out and she really isn't handling that well. She was started on Prevacox about six weeks ago, and it's made a big difference in how she feels. The aspirin just weren't cutting it anymore, and she looked miserable all the time. Her movements are free-er and she just looks better out of her eyes. I'm not sure what the long term affects will be, but since she will be twelve this year, it's more about keeping her quality of life now. She is on half a tablet a day and I'm toying with dropping that down to a 1/4 to see if a lower dose is effective.

The big Ba-Boone has completely recovered from his trauma last Friday. I'm hoping he doesn't repeat it, but there is a good chance he will. Friday and Saturday he was a mess, could barely walk, and so pitiful. Sunday we didn't go for a walk, even though he was feeling good enough to stare in the door at me and try to will me to take them. By then one foot was healed well enough, that instead of hobbling, he could limp. He limped on the one foot for a few more days and then started running around again, so he seems good now. We had more neighbor dog drama last night, but he was pretty careful. I checked his feet yesterday and they look great. Healing very nicely. (add on: While at the vet's yesterday with Rain, I saw a dog that was actually bigger than Boone! I think it was a Neapolitan Mastiff. She was very large).

Sage is trying to have UTI problems, but so far we've headed off the worst of it. I'm giving him Methigel and the vet said I might have to switch the food he is on. I prefer to wait and see about the food, as they've done so well with this food in the past. The Methigel supposedly acts similar to the special food and breaks down the stones, except you give it orally once a day. For being such a goober about life in general he sure is good about the meds. I think he secretly likes it. (It comes in a smelly paste, that I put in a syringe to get it down his throat).

Meshach also seems to be doing well on his predisone, but isn't as accommodating about the meds as Sage. Even though I try and open the bottle quietly, he often hears and slinks off the bed and tries to make his getaway. He is so predictable though that I track him down easily enough. The pills are much easier than the liquid was. He has been very playful lately and that is really nice to see again.

My little dark grey, bossy Shetland ewe, Rain is very ill. I have no clue what is wrong with her, and it's been ongoing for about a month. However she has stopped eating the last few days so it is becoming critical. She has allot of fight and spunk left in her. I've tried everything under the sun I can think of and that has been recommended by other breeders. I took her to my vet yesterday, and he really doesn't know either. For awhile I thought it was perhaps a bad tooth. Her front teeth look really good, and I know she has back teeth because she bite me when I was poking around in there. The vet checked all her teeth and mouth and throat out yesterday, but nothing there that was out of the ordinary. Originally she gave up grain, but was still eating hay with gusto. Then she was mouthing the hay more, and chewing slower. She has choked several times since this started. The other day when I gave her the sweet sticky nutri-drench she literally beat her head on the floor for several seconds. She did not have this reaction to the a-lyte water that I gave her. So anyway, her lymph nodes aren't swollen, her temp is borderline (the vet thought it was high at 103.1 but we had been wrestling her around, so I'm not sure it was), her lungs sound good, there aren't any neurological symptoms and so on. I came home with a whole wad of shots to give her-- from predef to a shot similar to Riddlin (to help her 'innards' calm down), as well as a broad spectrum antibiotic. There is another oral medication she is getting for her esophagus and stomach, but the name eludes me at the moment. In addition I'm still giving Vit B shots and supportive therapy. Since the 'sweet stuff' results in a violent reaction, I've just come up with a mixture that has an egg, vanilla yogurt (with lots of the beneficial stuff), a-lyte, few drops of olive oil and am syringing that down her several times a day. Accepting that I have done all the things I know to do, including much prayer, now we wait. Rain is seven years old, and is an exceptionally aggressive busy body, so it is strange seeing her so quiet. Her front leg still works well though and she is constantly pawing--telling me she wants out of that silly stall.

Warm Fire in the Wood stove