A good day for a funeral...there are fitting days though I guess, and I suppose this one fits well enough.
It's cold and windy; the trees are coated with frozen snow that makes them clack and clatter almost threateningly. The sun appears not to intend to grace us with much of its benevolence either.
The little lamb is a Dorper ewe the kids got from friends. One day last week when the rest of the family was caught up in the many things that follow the loss of a family member she managed to get out of her pen and find the wettest place in the barn to lie down.
When Liz brought her inside in a little cardboard box, she was nearly gone, even the inside of her mouth was ice cold...and Liz had to leave right then and there for a meeting...
For a few hours she was mine to hold or lose.
All afternoon I heated soda bottles of water and tucked them around her, put her in one of Mack's doggy coats, put one of my warmest hats on her head, and toweled and rubbed and scrubbed her and dried her ears over and over....
To no avail. Even sips of really warm water from her lamb bottle didn't seem to help.
Then I thought of the product folks used to put in their shoes when they are not warm enough, the time-honored covering for suffering bench sleepers, and solace for cold people who haven't anything better....
Newspaper.
I raided the boss's stack of old Country Folks and Lancaster Farmers and piled them under her and made her a thick tent of them.
It worked. By evening she was lively...and noisy...enough to return to the barn, after disrupting the poor dogs beyond reason. Finn was afraid of her. Mack wanted to eat her, and Ren thought she should be allowed to get right in with her to snuggle.
She is nameless yet, as far as I know, but I think they should name her Hope, or Joy, or maybe Little Lambie Blessing Pie.
from Northview Diary http://ift.tt/2FP1Fp4
No comments:
Post a Comment