that back part, the green ones, Granny Smith. Every year, for so many, this time of year is Apple Pie time and i go looking for Granny Smith. Here's crates of them and no circumstance for baking a pie. In the FAR upper left of the pic you can see where we are, the red/copper horse trailer? Can you see it?
for as much as buck Goats are completely awful beings, lacking all sensitivities, being totally self oriented, hormonally driven, 0blivious beings, …….. Who do we Love here?
His paper says Unknown. Rescue. Those are two thick collars on his horns, presumably someone's idea of a way to manage him? It's how he was found, how he remains. You stand in front of him and he positions himself on the fencing and snorts and spits in a way that he imagines is his most endearing. Many of the Rescued will remain unclaimed. Their people finding themselves homeless and without resource for themselves, unable to imagine care. I asked and they will go to the Animal Humane, who will try to find at first foster care until something more longterm is offered. There is no timeline. Until is the word. Until. They go. We talk to him everyday, at least twice. Sometimes more. He's a heartbreak.
There are 3 pigs wrapped in blankets tonight. One, the one that has been given so much surgery. But there was no IV tonight, so we take that as Good News. All lie very still, quietly snorting. The two bottled fed lambs. The female who would not take the bottle. We see tonight, took 8 oz. They have sweaters and a heat lamp. The alpaca. was standing. We offered a peanut in the shell, but he stood, blinking. no. ok. we say words of love to the blinking eye.
there is nothing spared. Whatever is needed is given. Completely given. as if for the most beloved. ALL are the most beloved….Unknown or not. The most beloved. UC Davis…3 mobile Vet trucks. Everything that might be needed.
the young woman who does our line of Goats takes forever to clean their bedding and renew it. She loves Lucky Star the most. But all of them. Her kind and gentle slow slow way.. We ask if she would like us to do it and she says no…she likes getting to know them. Slow. Loving.
so today is day what? 4? The fire is still there, in some kind of holding pattern, winds quiet. Today there is a sense of maybe a long time. Not just a day or so but some kind of long haul.
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