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For the last two
winters, I've debated the pregnancy status of our goats at length. This
time around, though, I'm confident Artemesia is pregnant both because
her behavior changed markedly after being bred
and also because we passed the three-week mark with no signs of heat.
Lucy likes to find plastic bottles floating in the creek and chew them to death.
The cheap dollar-store
clothespins we bought when we moved to the farm a decade ago are few
and far between at the moment. Some fell to the ground and were lost.
Others rotted or split. Suffice it to say, I mostly drape my clothes
nowadays rather than pinning them.
An upcoming cold front might make these our last mushrooms of 2016.
Eight years ago when Strider showed up
sick and wet in our barn, he would have been
diagnosed with PTSD had he been human. It took years of tiptoeing down
the hallway for Mark to prevent our younger cat from running away every
time the man of the house entered the room.
When I went on my usual
morning walk on Thanksgiving, the world delivered a gift right in front
of my bootsteps. My work gloves had been getting holey, but not so bad
I was willing to buy a new pair. So imagine my surprise to find a
nearly new set on the road, soggy from rain but otherwise intact. Score!
The first day of wood chopping means Winter is coming.
We'd gotten so used to
this October-in-December that the chilly rain came as a bit of a shock.
No more halcyon afternoons lounging with the goats. Instead, it's a
delivery of wet honeysuckle then back to fighting the cats for the
prime spot in front of the wood stove.
We won't know for sure
until she fails to go into heat Wednesday, but I'm already starting to
think of Artemesia as a second freshener. She's dried off (finally!)
and is starting to shine back up on unlimited fresh minerals and hay
combined with a daily dose of oats or honeysuckle.
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