The Plague

Was that the flu? Hit me like a truck. Being sick and a dollar will get you a cup of coffee, but it won't get you time off from milking cows here. Or at least not when three people are doing everything. To be fair, Becky offered to do all my chores but she has  been sick too.

However today I woke up able to cogitate at somewhere near the normal level, which is welcome indeed. No fun being so far out you don't know or care about much of anything. The bird feeders got filled for the first time all week and I picked up some of the accumulated junk in the kitchen.

And there is a new baby...Scotty had a little heifer calf yesterday. I gave her to Becky for the way she has stepped up and done so much over the past few months. She works in town, milks every single milking, feeds all the calves, helps get the hay in, takes care of the ponies and chickens, and way too many other things for a young lady who should get to have some fun once in a while.

She named the calf Donna after a Doctor Who character. Hopefully she will stay out of trouble and live and thrive. Excuse the lousy photo...taken with a cell phone and a flashlight.

Now to kick this darned bug far enough out in the field to be able to go see Peggy and give her some serious spoiling and help Mom and Dad in some way. I am not much use but want to do what I can.

Thanks btw for all your kind thoughts and prayers. You can't imagine how much they mean to me. When I was at the hospital praying all alone for Liz to be able to have the baby and for both of them to be safe and well, I wished so hard that I could ask you good folks to help me with that task. Then I found via a phone call later that a dear friend had a feeling that prayer was needed and was pulling for them the whole time....