All Creatures Great & Small

The Lord God made them all.

I lost a total of 8 baby chicks yesterday. I didn’t even have a chance to know them, but disposing of them brought tears to my eyes.

These three little girls that didn’t thrive when I took them out of the box, didn’t make it.

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Honey has become very sensitive to my attachment to these creatures and he steps up to take care of this difficult job.

I went to bed praying that the rest of my brood would survive the night. I was like a dotting mama. Was it too hot or too cold. Did they have enough crumble to get through the night. Enough water.

I went down and checked on them before I turned in for the night and all of them were cuddled together sleeping. It was too cute.

This morning they were all alive and running about eating and playing. A couple were catching a couple cat naps…opps, no cats here….they were catching a couple winks. Our Little Lady Girl is just dying to go in the basement and see what all the commotion is about. Not on her life!!!

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Face to Face

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Ok, I give up. I just can’t stay away from here. This is such an avenue of creativity for me and a place to journal my days.

NAIS, is very important BUT I’m not going to allow it to consume me. I can’t.

In all of this I am reminded………… JESUS IS LORD OF ALL!

We were hit with another snow storm. I guess the damage was 6-8 inches, high winds and VERY frigid temps. I shoveled for 2 hours. And I’m still sore.

And,

Honey’s beloved Uncle TG died yesterday. We are all sorrowful. He was a very wonderful vicarious man. His laughter was contagious! His love of family strong. We will miss him greatly. Now Honey’s mom (87) is the only remaining person in her family, except of course for her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and grandpa. It’s hitting Honey and me. Now it’s our parents at the top and then it’s us.

BUT, in times like this, TG is the winner! He’s walking the streets of gold. No more pain from bone cancer. No more falls. It’s all of us remaining that yearn for our heavenly home with our Papa God and to bask in His glory. Oh what a day that will be to see Jesus face to face!

Welcome Home TG!

Barnyard Adventrues

Birds of A Feather Stick Together

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Beatrice was the brown hen

Thursday morning I spotted the fox laying in the field sunning himself….well, that’s what Honey said. I said he was spying out the girls. Honey chose to let the girls out to free range with Lady tied close by. They sure have been enjoying free ranging and have found their way all the way to the front yard. They’ve made quick work of my compost piles and spend most of their time there, which is nice because I can watch them from the kitchen.

It was going on dusk and they were still in the compost pile. I was mumbling to myself that they better get on to the coop.

Just then they started off in a group toward the coop. THEN something……came dashing across the yard so fast and I screamed like a girl for Lady to go. Well, Lady is a bit freakish herself and she did run the opposite direction into the house. I picked up the pellet gun. Remember all of this happened in a matter of seconds. I then saw one of my hens fly and scream. She made the first get away. But he was right on her heels. I by this time had ditched the pellet gun especially since I’d forgotten to take the safety off and it wouldn’t fire and I used a few expletives for it….I ran out screaming like a mad woman in my stocking feet without a coat on in 30* weather. It was too late. Mr Fox was hungry and he’d gotten my Beatrice.

I cried a little and then had to try and get the others into the coop. They were scared to death and rightly so and hiding under the pine trees. I got a coat and shoes on and went out quietly gathering them with my arms spread wide. They began to walk the longest mile……200 ft to the coop. They went right in and I secured the door.

Honey felt just awful. Me too. Beatrice was giving me an egg a day. I’d paid $20 for her since she was a heritage bird. Now I’d only be getting 2 eggs every other day…..or so I thought.

I won’t be letting them free range until we’ve caught Mr Fox. They really are very unhappy in the chicken yard. They loved all the bugs that they were finding under the pine needles and leaves in the yard. I’ve started a new compost pile in the chicken yard. They seemed to be pretty happy with that today. Lots of lettuce, veggie peels and rotten fruit. Jenny loves it when I bring bread. She will even eat from my hand, but no one else for now.

I can watch the chickens in the chicken yard from the kitchen. Wacky Waldo keeps going into the coop and staying for long periods of time. He’s not been in the nesting box, because I can see that from the kitchen too.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

A light finally went on in my head!!!!! WHAT IF WACKY WALDO REALLY IS WACKY WALDEEN??????????? And is hiding behind the nesting box.

So this morning (Sat) I decided to pull out the nesting box (which is really an apple crate) and see if SOMEBODY has been laying eggs back there.

SURE ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!! WAHOOOOOO! WACKY WALDO IS NOT A HE, HE IS A SHE!!!!!!!!!

There were 7 eggs hiding back there!!! So, even though I mourn the lose of Beatrice I rejoice in knowing that Waldo is really Waldeen! AND I know FOR SURE that Roxie is Rocky….he has a favorite hen!

Since all of my birds are a different breed they each lay a different colored egg. Annie lays a dark brown egg, Jenny Hen a light brown egg, Beatrice use to lay a very light brown egg, and Wacky Waldeen seems to be laying a very light brown egg as well. (The first eggs have blood smears on them. Beatrice layed her first on Christmas Eve. It appears that Wacky Waldeen started laying a couple days ago.)

So far, these birds have costs me $70!!!! Not to mention the fence and the food. Man they better start putting out!

I laugh at myself as I dream of hatching out chicks. All I need now is a Silkie to sit on a clutch of eggs.

“Why pay 69 cents for something you can do yourself!?!” My favorite line from “Our Homestead Story” by Mr & Mrs Stephen Castleberry. A hilarious book that will make you pee your pants!

We’ve only just begun!!!

Boomer’s Progress

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Boomer has made remarkable improvements. Honey and I cannot believe that this is the same dog that the Vet wanted to put down on Monday. He’s eating as if he was starving and in fact he was. After not eating for 3 days his appetite is back to normal. Normal for Boomer is…..”he’s a pig in dog’s clothing!”

For instance, Honey let the dogs out at 4 AM and couldn’t find Boomer when he called him to come back in. He went out to look for him and he was rummaging through the fresh compost! That’s my Boomer. And then this morning when I was cutting an apple for myself, Boomer was up and begging for the core! That’s my old boy!

I’ve made a list of the supp’s and foods I want him to have each day. Foods and supp’s that are reported to kill cancer and support the body. Three times a day he’s getting a Canine Supp Mix, 2 Green Drink Mixes, Homeopathic Detox drops, Samento, Pumpkin Puree, Bone Broth, Tripe, Kefir, Kefir Cheese, Raw Milk, Raw Colostrum, Cod Liver Oil, Apple Cider Vinegar, Vit C, Liver Caps, Milk Thistle, Artemisiae, Beet Kvass and Raw Beef mixture with organ meats. He’s eating a very similar diet to what I’ve used to heal from Lyme Disease. I also ordered a supp called U-Fucoidan which is a brown seed weed that is reported to cause cancer cells to self-destruct. It’s so funny this diet sounds very much like Jerry Brunetti’s Cancer, Nutrition and Healing diet, which I highly recommend. (You really must look at these two separate link. It’s incredible information that just might save your life.)

Honey is an analytical charts kind of a guy. That’s what makes him so good at what he does! Me, I’m the creative, relational kind, as if you couldn’t guess. Anyway, Honey has put together a chart of the Rife frequencies he’s using on Boomer for cancer. So come Monday when Honey goes back to work I will be able to keep the flow going. We’re using the frequencies for sarcoma and for general cancer. Also lipoma falls into that category and quite remarkably Boomers fatty tumors (lipoma) have already disappeared in 6 days!!!! That’s incredible. (Honey even has a fatty tumor-Lipoma on his back and it’s breaking up–he says he can feel it) Honey must have hit some Lyme frequencies yesterday because I thought my head was going to explode! The Rife Machine is an incredible piece of technology. If you’ve never looked at it you ought to. It just might be your answer to cancer if it ever strikes your family. One concern in using it for animals and humans is make sure you drink plenty of water. You might have to put some broth in the dogs water to get him to drink enough. All I have to do for Boomer is get him fresh water. He loves fresh water!

In this struggle this week I’ve learned how much Abba, Father, Papa, God loves all of His creation. He used this beautiful creator to teach me so much about myself and about Himself. Stuff that’s too deep to share. Stuff that will take me a while to digest. But much needed stuff to deal with. And so, Papa God has given me an extended time with my dog. This dog exudes love. He is one of the most sensitive creatures I’ve ever known. He speaks human and we have detailed conversations about everything. He’s such a good friend and I’m grateful to Papa God for giving me more time.

Thank you Papa!

Death

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I’ve come to realize that death is untimely. It comes when we least expect it because we in no way have control over it.

My beloved dog, Boomer is dying (unless he pulls a Lazarus on us again). He’s not eating and is very lifeless today. The doc says he has a tumor either on his spleen or liver. She gave him some med’s for pain and doesn’t expect him to last long. I brought him home to die.

Death is a part of life. They go together.

One is embraced. The other is rejected. You can’t have one without the other.

Dealing with Boomer’s condition today has made me think about a subject that most of us if not all of us push aside. As I watch Boomer today and as I try to make him comfortable, that’s all I can do. I’ve struggled with the thought of what our society has deemed acceptable, and that’s euthanasia. To end his suffering. To end the life of someone who is dying.

Yes He’s dying. And to euthanais him would really only end my suffering. But, I can’t bring myself to do it. I will care for him and love him until he breaths his last. Tears flow as I comfort him and as I say my good byes. I think that’s what we all want in the end is to say good bye. We are not all given that chance though. “The Boy” as I affectionately refer to Ben when speaking to Boomer, is in New Orleans and so badly wants to be here to say good bye. Boomer was Ben’s 10th birthday gift.

I live in comfort. For the follower of Christ, we go from life to life. We never experience death. Death is separation from God, Abba, Daddy, Father. I believe that Scripture clearly makes it known that animals know their creator. I’m uncertain of their destiny, but I know that our new heaven and new earth will be filled with animals, Scripture tells us so. I take comfort in knowing that God, Abba, Daddy, Father, made the animals and said, “it is good.” He used the lowly animals even in the event of His Son’s birth. I know He cares for my Boomer and He gave me this beautiful animal as my companion and friend. I will miss his huge presence. I will miss his unbelievable personality and ability to care for me. I will miss his protection. I will miss him.

As I go through this today and probably for several days or weeks, my heart will begin to let go. Maybe it’s my age, but I think about death a lot more than I used to. Honey and I are past middle age. Not that we are even guaranteed that, but since we’ve made it this far it’s more of a reality. Our parents are very aged. Honey’s Mom & Dad will be 87 in 2009. My Dad will be 80 and my Mom 75 in the coming year. It’s inevitable.

That is why we should love passionately every moment of every day. We never know when our last will be. We should celebrate our days even for their ordinary happenings. Life on this earth is short. Eternity is forever. Sorrow and Suffering are our companions and JOY is our choice.