Mon the 27th of January, I got home from my job and found Brownie barely dilated but with 2 little hooves and a nose protruding. So I raced to the house and changed into farm clothes (which means I look like the little match girl or worse). I get back to the barn yard and tried to get a gloved hand into the sheep so I can help her and the dog runs over and the sheep jumps up and insists she must have her lambs in that very spot outside but not with a dog. So I run the dog to the house and lock her in. I call my father-in-law to see if he could hold the sheep down while I assist her but he is leaving for an appointment. It's been a half hour now at least with the sheep in this condition and the lamb in same. So as I run back to the barn, I tell God He has to help me because He is all I've got. Well, God was enough. Just as I got to the gate, the sheep stood up and splatted out the lamb. Little arms and legs everywhere (oops, no arms just legs!). I thanked God! Then the ram decided I and the sheep needed attention so I had to lure the ram into the feeder area and lock him in and then grab the lamb and race hunched over with it so the mother could see him and follow to the barn. I get the mother and baby into the stall and start drying the baby off as he is shivering. Used up my barn towel supply so I run to the house to get more. When I get back to the barn, Brownie has had another lamb, a little girl. The little boy is brown and named Mr. Miracle and the little girl is white and is named Cream. Both are doing well. It's like Siberia outside but the lambs dance about like it's July. I notice they keep track of Mom real well. That life giving warm milk is the key to their survival.
Yesterday, Joan (Marty's niece) called us to let us know our neighbor, Charles Marty, died. It will seem so strange without him around anymore. But we are glad he could go. The end of life when you get old is no fun and the last breath is welcome. I guess the government owns the place now. Something about when his wife died and needed a nursing home he got to keep the land and house until his death and then the government got it. Marty (he went by his last name) was quite a character and he decided to give the government some fun when he died so he hauled a lot of junk onto the property. I've never seen so much trash. Pallets to make the city folks that make all that stuff out of pallets green with envy, if they weren't so rotted now. Wire hangers to hang a million tail pipes up in the inner city. Stuff like that. I try not to look too closely when I have to go over there! He has bunches of mink cages lining his driveway on both sides and its a good length of driveway! Well, his hauling is over and now someone else will be doing it in reverse.
Yesterday, Joan (Marty's niece) called us to let us know our neighbor, Charles Marty, died. It will seem so strange without him around anymore. But we are glad he could go. The end of life when you get old is no fun and the last breath is welcome. I guess the government owns the place now. Something about when his wife died and needed a nursing home he got to keep the land and house until his death and then the government got it. Marty (he went by his last name) was quite a character and he decided to give the government some fun when he died so he hauled a lot of junk onto the property. I've never seen so much trash. Pallets to make the city folks that make all that stuff out of pallets green with envy, if they weren't so rotted now. Wire hangers to hang a million tail pipes up in the inner city. Stuff like that. I try not to look too closely when I have to go over there! He has bunches of mink cages lining his driveway on both sides and its a good length of driveway! Well, his hauling is over and now someone else will be doing it in reverse.
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