 Today, we had to say goodbye to our sweet, timid Odin.
Odin was a nervous little guy in so many ways, but if you knew him, you knew how deeply he loved. He had a habit of pawing at your arm, your chest, or even your face whenever he wanted attention. It was his way of saying, “Please notice me. Please love on me.” And once you did, he would look into your eyes with such intensity and affection that it felt like he was staring straight into your soul.
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 It’s with heavy and severely broken hearts that we share that our beloved turkey, Charlie, has passed. This spring, for the first time, she started venturing over the fence, determined to find a nesting spot. Despite our efforts to keep her safely in our yard, during one of her adventures and before we could reach her, a predator (likely a raccoon or fox) took her from us.
 Odin is again showing signs of serious pain and neurological issues. He cannot walk normally, and is yelping in pain during the night and has to by physically lifted up by one of us when this happens. It's absolutely heart-breaking to hear.
 I would like to formally address the ongoing turkey nonsense. Frankly, I have had enough. For weeks now, it has been nothing but turkeys, turkeys, turkeys.
Someone swallowed a ball bearing. Someone is wearing a brand new sweater because of an “ouchie.” Someone else is refusing to come off her nest at bedtime, requiring a full nightly search party like she is royalty lost in the wilderness. I would like to remind everyone that I am the actual royalty here. So much going on here! We are trying to finish up all our projects before summer hits and Jenna and Maisie are doing "their best" to help.
This new and spacious barn will give Sherman and Lousia a permanent home (rather than their current temporary space in the medical barn).  Poor Betty had already earned herself a ride to the vet after cutting her foot, but then it got worse. She became lethargic, struggled to seem like she was getting enough oxygen, and then her face began turning an upsetting shade of blue.
There are few things more panic-inducing than watching an animal you love struggle to breathe.  Edna, the little goat who was once dumped deep in the woods and took four days to earn enough trust for me to finally bring her to safety, suddenly became very sick. She had snuck out by jumping over the fence, and gotten into azaleas, a common plant that is extremely toxic to goats.
Within a short time, she was vomiting and weak, and we knew we were in trouble.  Our little boy is a year old now (how fast the time flies!) and has started losing his baby teeth. He now has an adorable gap in his teeth and we couldn't possibly love him more.
Poor Elton passed away last night shortly after arriving at the Vet ER. He was fine yesterday morning and seemed off a little by afternoon and then just seem to be completely lethargic and losing his ability to stand by night. He was turning 8 years old but there is never enough time with any of our animals and we will miss is big personality, willingness to endure hugs gracefully, and fluffy feet.
Indy is currently staying inside with us as she deals with the loss of her pal. So we will be giving her extra love and attention. |
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