Baby chickens

Today I woke up with a horrid headache, but I went to church anyway. My mind felt heavy and lost and I called Jean, Lucille and she let me know it wasn't Lucille but didn't tell me what her name was and it took me several minutes to think of her name. Sabbath school my folding chair felt like a torture chamber. Got into church and started feeling so dizzy that I decided to go ahead and leave at 11:50 and they were still telling the children's story hadn't even got to the sermon yet! Stopped at the post office so I could mail the lamb hat to Katy as she has lost all her hair to chemo now and Wyoming is cold. I thought I was going to lose my breakfast in the post office but I finally made it home by turning the air conditioner in the car on full blast! Took some ibuprophen and an allergy pill and slept a bit and now I feel so much better. But I missed my nursing home visit today. I feel bad; they enjoy it so much and I enjoy it, too.

Pat's 1st batch of chicks are starting to hatch, 2 so far and our dog is so crazy! We had to put a chair by the box the hatched ones are in so she can look down through the screened lid to check on them. We raised babies last year in the house and she couldn't wait for us to take the sheet off the cage each morning. (No sheet, no sleep for us.) So she just loves these new chicks. Talk about a mothering instinct!
This year they are in the shop.

No new lambs yet but Sneezy has Pat wrapped around his finger. Sneezy decided he liked those supplemental feedings from the bottle and when he sees Pat he runs over and starts sucking on Pat's fingers. So of course Pat takes a bottle down so he and Sneezy can have a bit of daddy time! Snow White hates the bottle and won't drink, Sleepy can take it or leave it. Their mom, White Face is looking much better now but this will be her last time to have babies. She is a very nonchalant mother this year; "maybe I don't feel like standing up so you can drink", I imagine her saying. It took quite a bit of effort the first day to get her on her feet so the babes could drink. Lambs don't drink except on their feet or as they get older, on their knees.

Anyway, I'll keep you posted on the lamb and chicken happenings.