"People from a planet without flowers
would think we must be mad with joy the whole time
to have such things about us."
~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Halloween Wishes

 I wish you a HALLOWEEN filled with pumpkins on the porch, the LAUGHTER of children and the smell of CIDER in the air.
I wish you APPLE PIE..
and lots of candy for TRICK OR TREATS,
A clear, cold night...
And good COFFEE on Tuesday morning.
Wishes too, for SUNSHINE and warmth that brings a smile to your face.
.. and a talisman, or two, to ward off EVIL SPIRITS.

After watching < GRIMM > last night, I think that a few charms never hurt.
Did you see the new show? Are you watching faces?
Are you a direct descendant of the Brothers Grimm.?
CUTTER is playing it safe..
~Happy Halloween~
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P.S. I will be gone for the weekend. Got to go see the Beans.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Silliness Beyond All Reason Over a Covered Deck for Brownie

Yesterday.
They came into the goat house area as if a foreign creature of mythical proportions had arrive before them.
"What do you suppose this is?", cried Freckles, as he looked over at Murphy.
"Well I'm not sure." Murphy answered, " It wasn't here before."
 Bart, who thinks he is the leader of the pack, just stared at the new "thing" that had suddenly appeared.
 Then, thinking he needed to do something about this, he jumped up and sniffed the end of the offensive "thing" that was blocking the doorway.
Freckles watched Bart's every move. He felt that he needed to do something too, so ...
He first tried to lift the top"thing" off of the new post "thing". Then he tried to eat it.
None of this worked.
Then he tried to lift it with his head.
 If Freckles had been about a foot taller this might have worked... but he wasn't and it didn't.
Then he had a moment of ..."This goat isn't going to be able to remove this thing"
He finally stood there, like all the rest of them, looking up at the strange new object.

Only Brownie was missing. He was watching all of this from behind the goat house.
 Brownie is the reason for this new change . These three, wonderful goat boys keep pushing Brownie out of the goat house and winter is on its way... so we have decided to build an overhang and deck in front of the goat house. Yes, we do what we can. It's all about the animals around here
You see. Brownie got badly hurt last spring when he got a horn caught in the feeder inside the goat house. He preceded to panic. He ripped the horn off, spewing blood everywhere, sending the herd into total chaos.
He has had a bad time of it every since. He has been rejected by the others and, as typical of animal behavior as this is, it's very had to watch.
Brownie is weak, has been treated for Coccidiosis and (I think) he damaged part of his brain when he did this horrible thing to himself. His motor movement is slow and he is not as sure footed as goats should be.
So knowing that he is doing the best he can.. and that he has gained weight since he lost so much after the accident, we spoil him.
He gets fed apart from the rest of the goats and also gets extra carrots and peanuts to give him more calories and protein.
He is doing well but he keeps his distance from the other goats. He even sleeps outside next to the door of the goat house. So, we decided to build a small deck and overhang to protect him from the elements this Winter. We really do love this goat and feel he has had enough trauma without having to sleep on the cold ground in the rain. I'm sure this would be the last straw for him.
Yes, this is a labor of love. When it rains, we have noticed that they do let him into the house but most of the time he's sitting outside. 
So.. the Prospector has finished the potting shed and has started on the overhang for Brownie.
 This is the man who says that he can't build anything. He amazes me. Always has. When he puts his mind to something ... he just does it. He says, " I'm no carpenter.". Yea, well.. you are sweetie. You really are.
He swears a lot while he does it, but he does it and it's always a great job.
This morning the over head framing is almost done and the metal roof will be installed. Then the Prospector will start the decking.
Again, the goats will have to get use to another different and new "thing" in their lives. A new step up before the familiar one. As with all of us...
 Murphy, after an initial rub against the new"thing", was the calming influence in all this. He is always the first to accept new "things". He senses the good and bad of things...the yin and yang, as it were.
He knows this is for Brownie. I even saw him touch noses with Brownie yesterday afternoon. He probably told Brownie that it would be OK.
He is an amazing goat. Always at one with his surroundings. Always the peacemaker.

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Bart... not so much. He's still annoyed.
"Another step up. What kind of sense is this? We don't need a new step."

He'll get over it by dinnertime.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

"The Dew of Compassion is a Tear ~Lord Byron~

A small bird... saved from my cat.
With feathers too short to fly. It hopped down the path and then, as I scooted it through the fence, trying to save it from Annie, it turned around... and there, as if confronted by a tiny "elephant man", I gasped in horror.
This small bird had no eyes.
Attacked in its nest? A growth that had overcome its face? A deformity of birth? I will never know.
How did this little bird last this long without sight, without feathers... without protection?
Where had it come from? Why was it here, now?
I scooped it up into a colander and walked up the road with it.
Should I put it out of its misery? Should I take it to the local shelter? Let the natural world take care of it?
What should I do?

I cannot tell you what I did... I cannot.
I think that my compassion was not strong enough, or brave enough, to do what the spirit of this tiny creature  wanted. 
I only hope that no one judges me for my decision.
I only hope that this impossible (untold) choice was the right one.
Maybe there was no right decision ...
Beautiful little creature, deformed and alone, only you know.
... Only you.