The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it's 70 degrees out. Okay, I'm fibbing. It might hit 30, we woke up to a light dusting of snow, and it's a cloudy. I did heard birds singing, though...and Canadian Geese fighting over who owns the pond. It seems like the most beautiful day out, though.
The veterinarian came out to pay us a visit and see how Josie & Lucy are fairing after the dogs attacked them on February 22. He was pleasantly surprised at how well they are doing. Considering how bad the situation was on the day they were attacked and days afterwards battling bloody seeping and infected wounds, he is very happy with their progress. He is also happy with how well we have taken care of them, which was a boost to my ego that I have no problem admitting. Hon will also be happy to know we are doing a good job. Being suburbanites gone rogue we don't have the benefit of being born with the knowledge, or growing up learning how to take care, of all the different situations we find ourselves in.
Dr Junk is definitely a doctor. He has a cast iron stomach. I, on the other hand, have a stomach made of aluminum foil. He removed the hanging and softening flesh on Lucy's face like it was a walk in the park. I, on the other hand, did what I could to control my queasy stomach. There is still some infection, but as a whole their wounds are improving. Josie's sinus cavity puncture is one that he could have put his thumb in, but even so, it is much better than last week. Her eyesight, however, seems to be compromised, but even so we are grateful she has retained her eye.
So, what do we do? We plug along with the situation we have been handed. We give them the most excellent care we can give them, love on them, give them a bit of a grain treat every time they get a shot in the behind, and talk lots of encouragement. Thank you to everyone for all of your support. We appreicate all of your words of encouragement and support. So do Josie & Lucy. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.