The weather has been quite cold which means taking hot water out often to the animals. We had some snow, then some sleet, and last night a little more snow. Not much of an accumulation but the boys have been enjoying playing outside. I just came back inside from taking pictures and thought I would post some.
|our sweet rooster and hens enjoying the wood box|
|Tabby's Silkies like to hang out under the bird feeder so that they can eat the birdseed that the birds drop|
|"Hello" from Sundrop! (the goats seem to like the snow way better than all the rain and mud we had recently)|
|the Guinea fowl - a close knit group always marching together|
|deer track! we have lots of tracks all over the yard.|
|view from the road|
|a wagon??!! where's the sled??|
|frozen camellia buds/flowers - love the icicle effect|
|smile for the camera!|
|pneumonia girl, watching from safe inside|
The other night, I could not find Exhaust Pipe. When it's cold, we bring the dogs into our enclosed porch so they will be comfortable. I had a bad feeling because this was not like him to be gone, and especially to miss supper!
The next morning while doing the animal chores, I was calling him and praying. I got a strong feeling that I needed to look in the woodshed. I did and there he was. Curled up and bloody! I was horrified. He had bite marks scattered over his body. One leg in particular was quite bloody. I picked him up but he was so heavy I couldn't carry him far. Luckily he could limp along.
I got him to the enclosed porch and cleaned up his wounds. The were big, deep bite marks. I am thinking he got into a fight with a coyote. (Exhaust Pipe most likely has a good fighting instinct - he is a mix of German Shepherd/Collie/Pit Bull.) The wounds were fresh but cleaned up very nicely. I only had to wrap the one on his leg that was still bleeding some. I gave him a dose of silver, which is an antibiotic, and have continued with aggressive doses.
I covered him in warm towels and blankets and turned on the heat lamp to make sure he was extra toasty. Then I gave him some chicken soup. He drank it very nicely and even ate some dog food.
Just like the kids, he is slowly but surely recovering. (Thank God because everything is shut down around here because of the ice and snow.) His wounds are there, but looking better. He is drinking and eating. And getting lots of rest. I think I am annoying him at times by covering him with the blanket because when I check him a few minutes later, he's taken it back off. He's limped outside a few times too.
Man. As I was treating him (and then consulting a book to make sure I did everything right) I was thinking "I never wanted to be a vet!" Then I thought about my kids and how hard I've been working to get them well. "I never wanted to be a nurse!" And that nurse thing - I sure was forced to have a crash course on that one when Lilly was alive.
You know what I wanted to be "when I grew up?" Something safe and sensible. First it was a detective. Then a writer. Then a probation officer. I ended up being a paralegal. And I tell you - working full-time as a paralegal was SOOOOO much easier than what I do now.
But I wouldn't change it. :)