windthread

Maybe?  it could be?  Maybe Monsoon is beginning?   it's all just going along and then suddenly,  late afternoon, FLOWING over the RIM of the World…great great electrical storm,  downpour of 

~RAIN~

the Message Post…through the window

 

and then, it's over

 

kept wanting to use this scrap.  silk blouse/thrift shop.  why? don't know.  but it didn't fit.  but then, turn it, add that piece to bottom, again silk clothing scrap/thrift shop.  this is good.  Lizard cloth.  i think.

 

and i was swooning about in Christi's June Garden ,  Sweet Pea Path.  oh.  just O H….to behold such voluptiousness.   and here, tho,

my one dear singular elegant zinnia.  Deb Lacativa had sent me a baggie of seeds.  which i combed into the Child Buddha's garden very early, then watched, totally conflicted as a troup of finches, searching for very very early spring nourishment,  Pillaged.   so, now, this One who must have hidden. 

and maybe these "rocks" ?  

i spent a lot of time looking for sites about making a goat cheese that is in jars with olive oil and spices/herbs.  i would use sunflower oil.  

looking for sites with music from Nigeria

looking for sites about loading buck goats into transport crates

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

invisibly basted.   now to just Look for a while.  

 

the squash that i didn't get the name of,   but that's from Mexico.  so similar to Red Kuri.  this, you can also eat the skin.   if it's from Mexico, it might be even more hardy in heat.  it was breakfast.

and i know everyone's burning question has been:  Can a woman hang her laundry with 13 Goats in the yard?  Well, rest easy.  Yes.  they enjoyed watching me hang it but then, that was it.  no interest.  this is Good.  very.

 

 

so we are going to take a break from Goats for a while.  for time being, it's quiet.   and i have been wanting to spend some good hours just seeing how we fared in the extreme temps over the last weeks.  today it's 90 degrees and it feels balmy.    I have been watching the lizards.  SO MANY of them, seemingly more than ever before.   i'm thinking that it is because of the water near the Goats,  in the house gardens.   they flash past at all times of day but in early morning, ahead of my footsteps at least a dozen skitter.   and before i left for work this morning, i was thinking i want to make a lizard cloth,  so….here is the beginning of that.  

 

but let's look at this first.  i got a squash at the store…it's from Mexico, i didn't note  it's name but to see that i'd never seen it before.  tomorrow, i'll look and write it down.   it's skin is beautiful and these, well…the color of all that cloth Deb Lacativa created,  the cloths of the Tibetans.  the Dalai Lama's birthday is this coming Saturday

drying to plant in a few weeks.

 

i worked.  so, just pinned, but …. YES!

and now…Goats.  and How Goats Teach Letting Go.  Somehow.

Yesterday, the young woman Vet Tech did come.  she was here quite a while.  we sat in the pen with the babies a long time with them and their mothers coming and going.  She is going to take 2.  She is not sure which yet.   She is pregnant.  i love pregnant women.  they have a slow quiet deliberateness to them.  She has that.  as she watched, she commented on each of them and it was nice to listen to her.  and it was good to see her delight in them, after seeing them the day  they were dehorned.   She is from and married to a ranch family.  they do horses.  rodeo.  her step daughter is competing for Queen of the rodeo at the State Fair this year.  an auspicious home.  they grow all their own feed for their livestock.    She has a friend who is also interested in these goats, maybe tho, one of the 2 does i am looking to sell.  while we sat, she would text her friend, send pics of what we were watching.  She promised that when she has the goats,  she will talk about them a lot.  Tell people of these Goats here.  Perfect.

and then…did i already say this? i don't know, but will say it here, again, maybe.  On July 8th, the first new moon after Solstice,  a woman and her daughter from Las Cruces, down by the border with Mexico will come for Buckwheat.  He will be her herd sire.   His horns do not put her off.  She began with goats 40 some years ago with Saanens in Georgia.  many of her herd  were polled but the rest had horns.  and her interest now is Home dairy.  She wants to milk for her extended household.  make Cheese.  has no interest in Show Goats.  just GOOD household herd.  Perfect again.

and THEN!!!!, TODAY!!!! a phone message from a man, Jacob.  and what a surprise THIS is…  he saw the flier i put up at the grocery store.  He has PACK goats.  he and his sons take them into the desert, into the mountains.  he has two.   he had 3, but something happened to the third.  and he said the other two have not been the same since.   his goats are generic goats but he called because he was interested in a smaller goat, and maybe an easier tempered goat than say a Nubian.  this goat will not pack.  but will simply round out his herd as a companion to them.  his goats live in his yard with he and his sons, their chickens, dogs.  "We are all together", he said.  So…he is coming to look.  and we will talk about a little wether.   How so great would That Be???!!!!!  Treking with pack goats that use no tether, just Go along with the man, his boys, his dogs.  sleeping where they get to.   The pictures in my mind are spinning out.

and you know, i wish i had enough time to sit and think it all through, but i dont so i just write what ever comes out of me here as it comes.  but im thinking that it is to do with the recent sense of needing to align to that Higher Order and then trust the goodness of that intention and just go from there.  again…no imagined or needed outcome.   

Letting it.

and maybe too about not being afraid of making mistakes with them.  and somehow, just

Opening

to it all,  they are magnitizing good things to themselves.  they will Just Go too.   and it will all Unfold.

 

 

 

i got my days messed up.. posted twice in one day and called it two.  i think it's right today.  122. 

and a GREAT day.

spent some good hours with this.  and it is different already but it's too late to take a pic.  but as i worked,  i wondered all along about what 
story                                                                                                                                                                                                this is.  and maybe it's that i just say the same story over and over?  and it's kind of just not really a story, but just a moment?

so i have to be fast here.  Thunder man has left the Rim and is moving down quickly.  Lightening beginning to flash.  the horizontal Heat lightning and then the oh so excellent Vertical strikes.  all that threaten electrical dependent things.  and also…want to be ready to go out with the Way Back Goats.  make sure they remember.  

and Goats…well it was a Very Goaty day.  but that should be it's own seperate post.  there's a Lot.

 

 

 

 

and just after this, Wind rose up and 

RAIN.

and lightning and Thunder man and i checked, and all the Goats in the Way Back were crowding at the gate, thinking NOW was the time to go Home.  So i went out and called  "come come" and they galloped to me and i went under and into their new little shelter, which is NOT the Albatros that they are familiar with, but it was covered and the rain was outside this and we crowded in there.  All of Us.  and i said stuff and they pushed and shoved and re arranged themselves over and over and Arctica who WON't, let me touch her, DID, as did Just Going, who also ordinarily won't.

and there was great Lightning.  great Thunder and just Some Rain.  some small rain….so far.  it is ongoing and somehow in all that i got more blood….

so many scabs.  scab red.

and in the middle of all of it i looked at this altar cloth…wondering about it …..and

and look.  look at the center.  empty white.  except for the Stuff that flows from it.

and i found, i think, a home for Buckwheat.  i had contacted Deanna Baca who i know from the Daughter Days and told her i needed to do something.  and first of the Somethings would be Buckwheat, who takes up a whole space there.  because of his buckness and because of his

Horns.

and she said sorry.  NO one wants a Goat like this….no matter his credentials.   but then, later today an email.  a woman Mary in Las Cruces and her daughter Cara who have bought 2 breeding does from Deanna are interested in Buckwheat.    and as it went, email from  Las Cruces…from  Deadbroke Ranch.  They will pick up Buckwheat on July 8th when they come for Deanna's doe Marina.  Buckwheat will become a Herd Sire.  and from the little i know, he may be offered for Service.  not many or any Nigerians there.  so a whole new Life for him.  and it frees up space here. I don't really know what to think,  but i do know that life is predicated on so much.   and i guess that's enough for tonight.  there is more lightning on the Rim.

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i haven't taken time to go to the laundromat.  so i washed these in a bucket in the bathtub and  hung them up at 7am.  not quite dry.  so…for another day now.  maybe a visiting Alz B day.

 

and it's done.  ,  all the disbudding.  all the uhhhh possibilities that go along with disbudding. 

Lucky Star's doelings, Starling and Celia.  Yes.  i have named them, a little.  they are standing in the Guinnea Hen Palace,  staring out at their mother who is acting like she never saw them before in her life.  so, again,  a dab of Vicks to her nose, to their foreheads inbetween where the stinky burnt hair and skin is.  now…everyone smells the same.  Vicks.  and so ok.

 

this is what it looks like close up.  their heads are shaved.

 

 

she tried hiding under the picnic table.  but that didn't work.  so she gave in and resumed her responsibility.

i took a Long Nap after we got home from the Vet and after all the Water Tubs were filled and after the little ones were recovering all slitty eyed in the straw and their mothers chewing good cud.  i took a nap with the oscillating fan 

mooooooooving

this way, that, the sound of it.  and i woke, after about an hour, and it was one of those glorious moments when i don't have a single clue of where i am, who i am, what i am.  for a single crystal moment

so much in these past few days to ….feel.  to ……know.   so so Much.

 

just in case i blink twice

 

a day.  

we went.  me, the 3 little bucks.  to the different Vet.  this is the old vet, the one that neutered and spayed the dogs maybe 13 years ago?  he had left, gone to Missouri but then come back.  i like him.  he's very quiet but answers questions very thoroughly.  and ok…just the important things here.    

What i have been Given to See….is…..that i still, always,  assume that other people know more and better than i do.  Sometimes, this is not true at all.   and much that i know is intuitive.  and/or a collection of bits of information.  and that i can trust that.  sometimes.  this is nothing Huge, really, but its like you, Cynthia, feeling like you and your man can and need maybe to be barefoot, within reason.

So back to the Vet.  we were taken into a side room to the operating room where i could watch through the glass wall as an operation was happening on a very large dog.  Both Vets were doing various parts.   The other one is Theresa Gonzales, who has a HUGE reputation in the county and who takes no new patients.  But, she was in and out and through and stopping to watch as the 4 young women Vet Techs were.  a lot of conversation.  that told me that no one they know of has Milking dairy goats.  one meat goat operation and someone maybe still has La Mancha, but don't milk.  so…really,  if you have goats in Socorro County,  you need to learn to be your own Vet as best you can.  They are there for the basic body mechanics.  but all the details are up to you.  if you research and ask, they will supply with any assistance they can.  but basically, it's up to me and nurse Cindy.  

AND, Mo, you will be so relieved to hear that they give anesthetic.  and one  after to reverse.  Vet said that if i decide to do the disbudding he will supply these to use here.  this is a big deal.  it meant a LOT.  he saw me as Able.   and one of the Techs wants to come over to see the goats with the intention of getting two for her daughter who is 10.  Perfect.  

so…tomorrow morning it's the little girls turn.  then we can breathe easy a bit more.  take some slow time to figure out what/how to do what is next.

and in the meantime, today, that was i think 105 give or take,  the first marigold opened fully

 

and the first wild sunflower 

 

and all too soon,  all in the Blink of an Eye,  the day, day number 119,  was over.  it's how it goes.  fast.  and i am thinking about how i do not want to spend a moment of any day at all, lost in anxiety,  in worry,  in undue concern.  What a waste.  Stuff happens or not.