Updates

Hello, friends! As you’ve probably noticed, this blog has grown. My dear Jude has been upgraded from a guest blogger to a (semi) regular writer. Look for the “posted by” tag at the top of new posts, and you may just notice Jude listed as an author. Last week’s blog, about our new lambs, was his carefully crafted contribution. He tells me that he much prefers writing little updates on the computer to doing an identical paragraph on paper. At least he’s writing, right?

Speaking of Jude, I feel I really must pat myself on the back. I finally figured out a way to get him excited about his annual haircut (hey, when a kid has curly hair, you can get away with a lot!). After months of dreading the springtime cut, we realized that his hair can serve a valuable purpose. If he cuts his hair as the snow is disappearing, say, in late March, he can leave the locks out for his little bird friends. No more sullen frowns when scissors are mentioned, just dreams of eggs nestled in amongst his curls. And we now have one less thing to fight about – not bad for a Friday afternoon.

So, to completely change the topic, did you read Jude’s latest post?

We have lambs.

Each time I say this, the city girl in me laughs. On the inside, of course. It’s an odd, nervous laugh, borne out of too much googling and not enough experience. You know how mothers stereotypically diagnose their children with many a terminal illness after googling symptoms? This past few weeks, I learned that this can happen with livestock, too. (If you want to get really freaked out, google “bloat in lambs.” Yikes!)

Just to keep you all in the loop, our lambs are fine (I think!). Fluffy was born with a cloudy (presumably), blind eye that was constantly irritated by eyelashes that curled inward, and Slipper developed an eye infection within a day of his arrival. Thankfully, after washing their eyes, carefully, with warm salt water, both lambs are looking pretty good now. Slipper’s eye look bright and beautiful, and Fluffy’s eye, though still dull, is no longer swollen shut or irritated. And the bout of scours (lamb diarrhea) cleared up quickly once we diluted the lamb formula.

The lambs are about 3 and a half weeks old now, and the snow is melting. There is light at the end of this tunnel. I’ll feel much better once they’re weaned and are grazing out in the sunshine.

Birds are chirping, and boys are getting restless.

Gardening fingers are itching, and the breeze is delicious on warm afternoons.

Spring is coming!

*****

I asked Jude to write me a short, five sentence story, this afternoon. I told him it could be based in reality, or not. This is his story:

     One time I went out to feed the lambs, and something strange happened.
     Slipper didn’t finish his bottle (Slipper never finishes). After that, they
     chased me around the shop. But they did not catch me. Before I went to
feed the lambs, I took the dogs for a walk 
and beat them home for the
bottles.

What do you think? Fiction or factual?

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