This may very well be considered part two, as a follow up to Sam’s horn dilemma. My internal panic, frantic and general unrest is resolving. After two days of bleeding and oozing, Sam’s right horn has finally coagulated. Finally. I did end up talking to the vet, and turns out that they occasionally make a farm visit for goats and sheep who knock their horns off, and need assistance with the continued bleeding. But not Sam. At least for now, he’s healing himself. It was nice to know there was help if I were to have needed it. As I went to the barn tonight to check Sam, I noticed he's began bleeding a tiny bit again, but not like it was. He has the trajectory of his front right leg to reach up and take his hard ole dirty hoof, and scratch that exact area on his head. This healing process will take time. I must say, that reading about what others have done in regards to this type of situation has been interesting. I never knew that rams and goats even knocked their horns off, intentionally. And to top that off, my dogs all argue over who gets to chew on that silly horn. I didn't end up calling Jerry, The Sheep Shearer, although I seriously considered it. He's a good resource of everything sheep. I'll keep that in my back pocket for now.
So now that I know Sam will live (again) and not die a slow bleeding death, I've recently taken note of my ewes. I've heard tales of September being noted as a time of which to watch for your ewes to go into heat. What are signs of this? Actions like raising their tails, shaking their booty (their milkshake brings all the rams to the yard), and general acceptance of the ram in their close proximity. What I've also learned is that if your ram runs with your flock year round, then nature will take it's natural course and there is no set target date for breeding. In addition to this, sheep are photosensitive meaning that reproductive activity is affected by the length of daylight. Ewes all go into heat and are capable of breeding during these seasons of "heat", which could be based on their breed or environment, or many other factors. So only time will tell if - and when - we may have lambs in our future.
The amount of daylight and how it affects animals is intriguing to me. Chickens lay eggs based on several factors, with the main one being the amount of daylight in a given day. The more daylight, the more eggs they lay. A cloudy day will yield less eggs that day. And now, I learn the sheep's reproductive process is affected by the amount of daylight. That's just a teeny-tiny example of how daylight affects life in general. But the fact I can see it's impact on a daily basis, on a farm, never ceases to amaze me.
Back to Belle and Eve, my two sweet ewes. I noticed this past weekend that Eve's teets/nipples are becoming enlarged, at least more so than usual. Yet, Belle's nipples are about the same. They both have begun to be more tolerant of Sam as well. It's very simple actions that show their intentions. I can't say for sure yet, as the growth of a pregnant ewe is greatest the last 1 1/2 month. They go from looking like big girls to looking lopsided, as if they have a small basketball attached to their sides. I've watched way too many YouTubes with people who try to tell you how to tell if your ewe is pregnant. All I take away from them is a fondness for seeing other people who love their sheep like I do. I don't seem to get any real data. These people make it more like a "feeling" that this ewe, or that ewe, is pregnant. Until the last month or two - then you can tell. I'd like to know now. Is there no pregnancy test stick they can tinkle on to tell me. Or is there? I may need to check on that.
For now, my prediction is Eve is pregnant and Belle is not. Only time will tell in order for me to confirm this. Gestation for sheep is 5 months, so by Christmas, we will know for sure by the way they look. I'm not sure whose more excited, me or David. We look forward to the opportunity to have more sheep, grow our flock and enjoy the beauty of those precious lambs.
Any name suggestions?
Cyndi
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Shepherdess Situations
One thing I've always known in my own mind, but rarely shared, is my comfort level in the places I've lived in my life. When David and I bought our first house in Allen back in 1992, there was not much there but a Sonic, in the then-small town of Allen. I knew one thing for sure. It was my house I lived in, but I'm not sure it ever felt like home. It was very nice and everything around me was good. But the day we moved out, I was really happy. It wasn't home for me. We lived in two others homes after that, before we made our way to Gunter, and they were much better, as if I was making my way to where I was supposed to be. I can remember going into Tractor Supply a time or two, during those years I lived in a regular suburbia neighborhood. I really don't know why I would have gone into Tractor Supply at that time, as it seemed more like a Field Trip than a shopping trip. I always felt like I should be shopping there, but I had no need for much of their selection like farm animal food, big mowers and "country" things that I had no idea what you might do with it. All I knew is I liked going there. Kind of like some people like the smell of Home Depot. I liked the smell of Tractor Supply, but always left empty-handed. Little did I know....
As I made my way toward a more authentic life for me, I landed in Gunter and still can't fully explain how it all happened. It was a God thing. An unexpected farmer, of sorts, would be my (much desired) destiny. It may not be a working farm, making profit and selling products, but a hobby farm - with much similar work that keeps it running and functioning. Since the barn is not self-cleaning and the farm animals need things, it's much the same type of work, but on a smaller scale. And it's what I enjoy doing. What I didn't expect was all the unexpected things that would happen, particularly to either the chickens, barn cats, donkeys, sheep or dogs. When "surprise" things started occurring, for whatever reason (call it farm naiveness), I was always surprised. The swarm of bees taking up homestead on the side of our house, the hundreds and wasps living in our chimney and coming into the house, possums in the barn, dead skunks in the pasture. You get the idea. They were new-to-me things. But that's been awhile now, and new things have happened. I've had chicken illnesses, pasture management changes, fencing situations, predator problems (like hawks) with my sweet chickens, and one-day-old lamb crisis. I've had Great Pyrenees vet visits, new barn cats (technically, inside cats people no longer want to have) given to us - which by the way have ALL been awesome, wonderful cats. Our cat community is the best around.
I'll stop here and just say that when I step out my front door to go to the barn, as I walk to the barn, this feeling of "wonder what I'll find/see/hear today". Really, every time. When I step in the barn and see everyone is okay, it's a relief. Every time. My eyes automatically scan the pastures, the barn, the animals, counting them, checking for them, and processing the status of them all. It's like a ritual. And when I let my guard down, that's when it seems I'm surprised by something.
Today, my guard was down. It was dawn, and I was in my running attire, and my mind on my running route and milage. I went to the barn to feed, turned one light on (not all of them as usual - I would just be in and out real quick-like) and noticed the wind had blown the sheep's feeders about. I opened the door to their pen, and as usual, place my hand down on Sam's head, to hold Sam the Ram from ramming me. He doesn't get crazy with that ramming thing, but he does show his dominance over "his" ewes. I placed my hand on his head, and in the dim light I felt wetness. What is on his head?!? I didn't feel his horns. As I looked closely, fresh, bright red blood is dripping down his face, particularly on his right side. His horn was completely gone, and the one on the left side was broken off. What the heck?! There's blood everywhere. On their feeders, on the ewes, but mostly dripping down, just next to his eye. I want to scream for David, but I know he's still asleep. I'm stunned - and as usual - surprised. Did something try to hurt him in the night? Did he get his horns stuck on something, like fencing? How do you pull or knock horns off a sheep?! Did he do it to himself? I almost wanted to ask Levi and Whisper, my grand guard dogs, "How did you let this happen?" I'm so confused, I need to wash my hands, I need to help Sam, I need to get David, I need to go out on my run, I need to know what happened, I need....I need....I need.
This is what it's like. My little life. Kind of like the time I thought Sam had the bloat and we would need to put him down. Well, now he's got an artery spitting out blood at who knows what time in the morning. Can I call the Vet? Should I? I step back out of the sheep pen in the barn, and call Sam outside (with treats, of course), and cox him into his special pen we have outside the barn. (Where we put him when people come to visit so they won't have to deal with ram behavior). I lock him in his spot, and then back to the barn to feed and think about what to do about all this business. Oh my goodness, why? Why today? But I say that every time I'm surprised.
Belle and Eve enjoy their moment of luxury and take their time eating while Sam is locked in his pen. I finish feeding everyone and go back into the house to wash my hands. Then, I hear David, upstairs moving about. I yell upstairs to him - something to the effect of Guess What!? Something's happened to Sam! All the while getting on my Mac to Google "Ram loses horns". Is this normal? How did I not know this? Turns out, according to Google, it happens, and people like me are all over the internet asking what to do - and if their ram will be okay. Will the bleeding stop on it's own?
Turns out, rams will knock their horns off by themselves. No reason was given for this behavior, so I will need to check my "Raising Sheep" book on that one. I have many questions like will the horns grow back (people on the web say they will, but that the ram is likely to knock them off again). I do not understand what is happening. How have I had sheep and not know these things. I may need to call Jerry the Sheep Shearer as he knows everything. But not on Sunday.
It's now Sunday evening, and Sam's missing horn spot is still oozy and attracting flies. Flystrike is a thing I apparently need to be most worried about in regards to this situation. We sprayed his head with our fly repellent (we use on the sheep and donkeys). The horn that is only broken off seems stable. But the one that actually came off/out is not looking good. The internet says it will "look worse than it really is". That's like telling a new mom her little baby is going to be just fine, after the child just fell into the coffee table.
I know this blog is Part I or a two part series. There's no good answer tonight, and Sam is not okay, in my book anyway. I'll call the Vet tomorrow, Google it a little more, and figure out what to do to keep the flies off. David is cool as a cucumber. I'm more like a mild jalapeño. Just a little spicy and sweaty about it.
I did get my run done today. We did chain saw (well, David did) a tree that had fallen in a recent storm, and made a burn pile that could heat the whole town of Gunter. But what I didn't do was fix Sam. I don't even know if I can. Tomorrow, I will, because I'm a Shepherdess in a quandary. I'll need to gather a professional opinion - and maybe have a Farm Visit by the Vet.
Tomorrow is a new day. I have a feeling more surprises are coming my way.
Stay tuned,
Cyndi
As I made my way toward a more authentic life for me, I landed in Gunter and still can't fully explain how it all happened. It was a God thing. An unexpected farmer, of sorts, would be my (much desired) destiny. It may not be a working farm, making profit and selling products, but a hobby farm - with much similar work that keeps it running and functioning. Since the barn is not self-cleaning and the farm animals need things, it's much the same type of work, but on a smaller scale. And it's what I enjoy doing. What I didn't expect was all the unexpected things that would happen, particularly to either the chickens, barn cats, donkeys, sheep or dogs. When "surprise" things started occurring, for whatever reason (call it farm naiveness), I was always surprised. The swarm of bees taking up homestead on the side of our house, the hundreds and wasps living in our chimney and coming into the house, possums in the barn, dead skunks in the pasture. You get the idea. They were new-to-me things. But that's been awhile now, and new things have happened. I've had chicken illnesses, pasture management changes, fencing situations, predator problems (like hawks) with my sweet chickens, and one-day-old lamb crisis. I've had Great Pyrenees vet visits, new barn cats (technically, inside cats people no longer want to have) given to us - which by the way have ALL been awesome, wonderful cats. Our cat community is the best around.
I'll stop here and just say that when I step out my front door to go to the barn, as I walk to the barn, this feeling of "wonder what I'll find/see/hear today". Really, every time. When I step in the barn and see everyone is okay, it's a relief. Every time. My eyes automatically scan the pastures, the barn, the animals, counting them, checking for them, and processing the status of them all. It's like a ritual. And when I let my guard down, that's when it seems I'm surprised by something.
Today, my guard was down. It was dawn, and I was in my running attire, and my mind on my running route and milage. I went to the barn to feed, turned one light on (not all of them as usual - I would just be in and out real quick-like) and noticed the wind had blown the sheep's feeders about. I opened the door to their pen, and as usual, place my hand down on Sam's head, to hold Sam the Ram from ramming me. He doesn't get crazy with that ramming thing, but he does show his dominance over "his" ewes. I placed my hand on his head, and in the dim light I felt wetness. What is on his head?!? I didn't feel his horns. As I looked closely, fresh, bright red blood is dripping down his face, particularly on his right side. His horn was completely gone, and the one on the left side was broken off. What the heck?! There's blood everywhere. On their feeders, on the ewes, but mostly dripping down, just next to his eye. I want to scream for David, but I know he's still asleep. I'm stunned - and as usual - surprised. Did something try to hurt him in the night? Did he get his horns stuck on something, like fencing? How do you pull or knock horns off a sheep?! Did he do it to himself? I almost wanted to ask Levi and Whisper, my grand guard dogs, "How did you let this happen?" I'm so confused, I need to wash my hands, I need to help Sam, I need to get David, I need to go out on my run, I need to know what happened, I need....I need....I need.
This is what it's like. My little life. Kind of like the time I thought Sam had the bloat and we would need to put him down. Well, now he's got an artery spitting out blood at who knows what time in the morning. Can I call the Vet? Should I? I step back out of the sheep pen in the barn, and call Sam outside (with treats, of course), and cox him into his special pen we have outside the barn. (Where we put him when people come to visit so they won't have to deal with ram behavior). I lock him in his spot, and then back to the barn to feed and think about what to do about all this business. Oh my goodness, why? Why today? But I say that every time I'm surprised.
Belle and Eve enjoy their moment of luxury and take their time eating while Sam is locked in his pen. I finish feeding everyone and go back into the house to wash my hands. Then, I hear David, upstairs moving about. I yell upstairs to him - something to the effect of Guess What!? Something's happened to Sam! All the while getting on my Mac to Google "Ram loses horns". Is this normal? How did I not know this? Turns out, according to Google, it happens, and people like me are all over the internet asking what to do - and if their ram will be okay. Will the bleeding stop on it's own?
Turns out, rams will knock their horns off by themselves. No reason was given for this behavior, so I will need to check my "Raising Sheep" book on that one. I have many questions like will the horns grow back (people on the web say they will, but that the ram is likely to knock them off again). I do not understand what is happening. How have I had sheep and not know these things. I may need to call Jerry the Sheep Shearer as he knows everything. But not on Sunday.
It's now Sunday evening, and Sam's missing horn spot is still oozy and attracting flies. Flystrike is a thing I apparently need to be most worried about in regards to this situation. We sprayed his head with our fly repellent (we use on the sheep and donkeys). The horn that is only broken off seems stable. But the one that actually came off/out is not looking good. The internet says it will "look worse than it really is". That's like telling a new mom her little baby is going to be just fine, after the child just fell into the coffee table.
I know this blog is Part I or a two part series. There's no good answer tonight, and Sam is not okay, in my book anyway. I'll call the Vet tomorrow, Google it a little more, and figure out what to do to keep the flies off. David is cool as a cucumber. I'm more like a mild jalapeño. Just a little spicy and sweaty about it.
I did get my run done today. We did chain saw (well, David did) a tree that had fallen in a recent storm, and made a burn pile that could heat the whole town of Gunter. But what I didn't do was fix Sam. I don't even know if I can. Tomorrow, I will, because I'm a Shepherdess in a quandary. I'll need to gather a professional opinion - and maybe have a Farm Visit by the Vet.
Tomorrow is a new day. I have a feeling more surprises are coming my way.
Stay tuned,
Cyndi
Sunday, August 5, 2018
What's new? Haiku
So it seems that these two words have become a fun game for Lauren and I lately. We have rarely used it in our day to day lives, but lately a lot has been happening. So one day recently, I spoke with Lauren on the phone - as I do sometimes - in the morning. Then, we spoke at lunch time as well that day, and I blurted out, "What's new?!" Mom, she said, we just spoke this morning, with her inflection asserting as if nothing new could have happened between then and now. It could have. So, I wrote a haiku to help explain how I feel about this phenomenon :
What's new, What's new, you?
In only a few short hours,
Something could be new.
Life changes in the blink of an eye. Sometimes good things, sometimes bad things, yet it's mostly 'life' happenings in our day to day events. And most recently, there are new things taking shape around here.
Speaking of Lauren, she (too) is making a job change. I say "she too" because I did so about 2 months ago now. Of which, that has worked out well. And coincidentally, Lauren will be taking a new Adult Services Librarian position at the Frisco Public Library. She is currently the Youth Services Librarian at the Celina Public Library. The opportunities she has are tremendous in this highly competitive field of librarians. It's an interesting situation. To be a Registered Nurse, an Associate Degree of Nursing is the minimum requirement. Granted, most nurses have a Bachelors degree, or higher. But in order to become a librarian, a Masters degree is required. Specifically, a Masters of Library Science. The market for librarians is quite vast, compared to the market for nurses. Nurses are a commodity, while finding a librarian job can prove to be more difficult, as the market has more availability from which to chose from. Therefore, librarian jobs are fewer to come by. Back to What's New. Lauren will be starting her New position this coming Monday. But that's not all that's New. Let me outline this.
Lauren bought a New-to-her house about 6 months ago. It's too far from her New work location. So, she decided to rent it. She went about this herself, and secured a New renter who will move in soon. Therefore, what's really New? Lauren will move into our house, while she begins her New job, and will be closer to Frisco. This also means we will have 3 other New move-in guests. Tula, her Aussie who has lived with us before. Bodhi, a somewhat New Aussie whom Lauren has since acquired. And lastly, Finn, her sweet calico kitty who has also lived with us prior, as well. So four New roommates will bring New things and New beginnings. Congrats, Lauren! Super excited for you!
What's New with me, is not necessarily a New thing. Actually, it's always New when I sign up for an Ironman race. No matter where you may do one, or how many times you've done the same one. It's always New. So that's What's New with me? I plan on participating in the Chattanooga Ironman in late September. Basically what this means is lots of training. Time in the pool, on the bike and out running. I'm not a trained swimmer, and this season, I decided to seek help and attempt to become a better swimmer by joining a local Master swim group. I show up at the pool at 5 am and swim for roughly an 1 - 1 1/2 hour. That's New, that's for sure. What's even Newer than that is having a Swim Coach "realign" you so regularly, that there's so many thing's I'm thinking of each time a take a stroke to swim, my mind is reeling. Sometimes, my brain hurts. Ride and Glide or Ride the Glide. However you coin it. There's no willy-nilly swinging your arms. That's not swimming, so he tells me. He asks me why after 5 Ironman, have I decided to come learn how to swim. That's New.
The biking part is something I have to work at, and for me, just being on the bike for long distances helps. It usually puts me out in the rain on my bike at some point, in the fierce heat, or biking when I may be tired. These are not always pleasant things, but certainly assist in putting unique situations in your back pocket so that when it happens on race day, you've been there, done that. And it won't be New. I bike to work a couple of days a week and bike long on the weekends. It's all about putting the time in on your bike.
Running. What can I say? It's my favorite part of the race, but it's too bad that it happens after you've swam 2.4 miles and biked 112 miles. Nothing is really all that great at that point. But if you can grind out a marathon (26.2 miles running), then you can cross the finish line and they will call your name. Which happens to be my favorite part of the day, after enjoying the journey of the swim, then the bike, then the relentless run. Usually the last 10 miles of running, I repeat in my head uncontrollably....They're about to call my name! And I tell others around me. They're about to call my name! If you make the swim cut-off and the bike cut-off and get to the run (there's a timeframe there, too) then you reap what you've sowed for so so long. Just keep moving, because they're about to call your name. Every person who crosses the Finish Line hears those magic words, "So-in-so name, YOU. ARE. AN. IRONMAN! I always smile real big, hands in the air, and am so happy I could cry. Then, the Finish Line Attendant asks (everyone), "Are you okay?" I always answer, I don't know. Then I start looking for food at that point. I'm okay.
As I head out to bike,
Hills, wind, sun, beauty all around me,
My heart is full of gratitude.
What's New with David, you ask? He's always got things cooking. Literally and figuratively. He's certainly cemented a rockin BBQ brisket with no problem. He's out in his wood-working workshop making things. He's going to go to as many UT football games this season as he can. His UT season tickets are a New thang. He ordered a New car. He's got New things going on himself. He does SO many New projects around here on the farm - and for the house, I'm exhausted thinking about them all. He's a busy bee buzzing around, working on 9 things all at the same time. Probably more than that. I appreciate all he does!
How do you do it,
Craftsman, PitMaster, Baker,
Don't forget the pie!
We have had a few New things I had mentioned in earlier blogs about the farm recently. Our New chickens have settled in nicely. Our Newly shaved sheep look marvelous! (Although Belle got sunburned). We hope to have New lambs next year. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention we'll be getting a New roof. Things are happening. So next time you ask someone What's New only hours after you last spoke, there could be a lot of New things going on. In the blink of an eye, something New has happened.
Haiku's are New - for me at least. 5, 7 5. The last time I wrote a haiku was when I was in 4th grade.
Where has the time gone?
Like it's evaporated.
Abracadabra.
I can hear my family screaming right now, Make her stop!
As if I'm singing loudly off key.
For now,
Cyndi
What's new, What's new, you?
In only a few short hours,
Something could be new.
Life changes in the blink of an eye. Sometimes good things, sometimes bad things, yet it's mostly 'life' happenings in our day to day events. And most recently, there are new things taking shape around here.
Speaking of Lauren, she (too) is making a job change. I say "she too" because I did so about 2 months ago now. Of which, that has worked out well. And coincidentally, Lauren will be taking a new Adult Services Librarian position at the Frisco Public Library. She is currently the Youth Services Librarian at the Celina Public Library. The opportunities she has are tremendous in this highly competitive field of librarians. It's an interesting situation. To be a Registered Nurse, an Associate Degree of Nursing is the minimum requirement. Granted, most nurses have a Bachelors degree, or higher. But in order to become a librarian, a Masters degree is required. Specifically, a Masters of Library Science. The market for librarians is quite vast, compared to the market for nurses. Nurses are a commodity, while finding a librarian job can prove to be more difficult, as the market has more availability from which to chose from. Therefore, librarian jobs are fewer to come by. Back to What's New. Lauren will be starting her New position this coming Monday. But that's not all that's New. Let me outline this.
Lauren bought a New-to-her house about 6 months ago. It's too far from her New work location. So, she decided to rent it. She went about this herself, and secured a New renter who will move in soon. Therefore, what's really New? Lauren will move into our house, while she begins her New job, and will be closer to Frisco. This also means we will have 3 other New move-in guests. Tula, her Aussie who has lived with us before. Bodhi, a somewhat New Aussie whom Lauren has since acquired. And lastly, Finn, her sweet calico kitty who has also lived with us prior, as well. So four New roommates will bring New things and New beginnings. Congrats, Lauren! Super excited for you!
What's New with me, is not necessarily a New thing. Actually, it's always New when I sign up for an Ironman race. No matter where you may do one, or how many times you've done the same one. It's always New. So that's What's New with me? I plan on participating in the Chattanooga Ironman in late September. Basically what this means is lots of training. Time in the pool, on the bike and out running. I'm not a trained swimmer, and this season, I decided to seek help and attempt to become a better swimmer by joining a local Master swim group. I show up at the pool at 5 am and swim for roughly an 1 - 1 1/2 hour. That's New, that's for sure. What's even Newer than that is having a Swim Coach "realign" you so regularly, that there's so many thing's I'm thinking of each time a take a stroke to swim, my mind is reeling. Sometimes, my brain hurts. Ride and Glide or Ride the Glide. However you coin it. There's no willy-nilly swinging your arms. That's not swimming, so he tells me. He asks me why after 5 Ironman, have I decided to come learn how to swim. That's New.
The biking part is something I have to work at, and for me, just being on the bike for long distances helps. It usually puts me out in the rain on my bike at some point, in the fierce heat, or biking when I may be tired. These are not always pleasant things, but certainly assist in putting unique situations in your back pocket so that when it happens on race day, you've been there, done that. And it won't be New. I bike to work a couple of days a week and bike long on the weekends. It's all about putting the time in on your bike.
Running. What can I say? It's my favorite part of the race, but it's too bad that it happens after you've swam 2.4 miles and biked 112 miles. Nothing is really all that great at that point. But if you can grind out a marathon (26.2 miles running), then you can cross the finish line and they will call your name. Which happens to be my favorite part of the day, after enjoying the journey of the swim, then the bike, then the relentless run. Usually the last 10 miles of running, I repeat in my head uncontrollably....They're about to call my name! And I tell others around me. They're about to call my name! If you make the swim cut-off and the bike cut-off and get to the run (there's a timeframe there, too) then you reap what you've sowed for so so long. Just keep moving, because they're about to call your name. Every person who crosses the Finish Line hears those magic words, "So-in-so name, YOU. ARE. AN. IRONMAN! I always smile real big, hands in the air, and am so happy I could cry. Then, the Finish Line Attendant asks (everyone), "Are you okay?" I always answer, I don't know. Then I start looking for food at that point. I'm okay.
As I head out to bike,
Hills, wind, sun, beauty all around me,
My heart is full of gratitude.
What's New with David, you ask? He's always got things cooking. Literally and figuratively. He's certainly cemented a rockin BBQ brisket with no problem. He's out in his wood-working workshop making things. He's going to go to as many UT football games this season as he can. His UT season tickets are a New thang. He ordered a New car. He's got New things going on himself. He does SO many New projects around here on the farm - and for the house, I'm exhausted thinking about them all. He's a busy bee buzzing around, working on 9 things all at the same time. Probably more than that. I appreciate all he does!
How do you do it,
Craftsman, PitMaster, Baker,
Don't forget the pie!
We have had a few New things I had mentioned in earlier blogs about the farm recently. Our New chickens have settled in nicely. Our Newly shaved sheep look marvelous! (Although Belle got sunburned). We hope to have New lambs next year. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention we'll be getting a New roof. Things are happening. So next time you ask someone What's New only hours after you last spoke, there could be a lot of New things going on. In the blink of an eye, something New has happened.
Haiku's are New - for me at least. 5, 7 5. The last time I wrote a haiku was when I was in 4th grade.
Where has the time gone?
Like it's evaporated.
Abracadabra.
I can hear my family screaming right now, Make her stop!
As if I'm singing loudly off key.
For now,
Cyndi
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