Flashbacks

The best part of maintaining a blog, at least to me, is having the verbal and/or photographic record of what you'd like to remember. The ability to be able to scroll back or look for a specific date or activity is priceless.  The lack of regular posts lately has been the biggest only disappointment in my blogging "career".  

Losing Abby last year was a blow.  Looking back, I'm happy I didn't do much actual blogging while she was with me.  Blogging takes time.  Frequently a lot of time.  During her short life I concentrated primarily on taking care of her.  Thankfully.  Enjoyably.  I'm glad I didn't lose any time to sitting in front of a computer. 

In the months that followed, I struggled to get back on my blogging feet.  Honestly, my own two feet were a struggle sometimes.  I'm not going to try to explain that because if you are reading this blog, you already understand.  I guess it's easier to break a good habit than a bad...and here I sit with a a year of nearly empty pages.

Instagram filled in a lot of gaps.  Frequently a lot of gaps.  It's so much easier to do a quick post right on the spot using just your phone.  You don't have to go inside and download pictures from your camera.  It's easy for people to leave comments, ask questions...  I have no idea what is going on with Blogger comments any more.  I'm so sorry.  I am as frustrated as you are.

For all it's trouble though, Blogger is still an important tool.  At least to me.  And I'm glad there are still a few of us fossils out here keeping our journals, even if they aren't daily.  They are treasures.  They teach, they inspire, they connect us to friends and family.  They cheer people up...and sometimes make them cry.  Life.

And when I'm old and senile and living in a nursing home, I'd like to be able to look back through my old blog posts and remember that in May, 2019, the locust trees were amazing.  The prettiest I saw.

Flashback - Honey Locusts

And a couple of new puzzles :-).

A Is For Abby

For anyone not following social media, we lost Abby on Friday.  She'd gone in for a check up, was still a little off, we decided to do one more round of antibiotics and she had a reaction to the shot and they couldn't save her.  The drug was RESFLOR.  Please spread the word - DO  NOT EVER USE ON LAMBS.  

I have taken this incredibly hard.  And I'm going to leave it at that.  

I had not yet done her week three recap and had been looking forward to working on that Friday afternoon.  I didn't think I could do that now and added that to the list of things I was angry that Abby and I were cheated out of.  

I never told her adoption story.  I never told the story about us almost going to Chicago.  Her peeing in my Cheerios one morning.  I never took a funny video of her eating vanilla wafers.  I'd never even taken an official photograph of her.  She was never going to get a mug shot.  Be on the Christmas card.  Get her first hair cut.  Grow up. 

Reg talked me into going ahead with the recap "memory".  Abby had earned that and her life should be celebrated.  I figured if I could get through that I could make her a mug shot, too.  My brain is still too fizzy though and all I could think of for her "rap sheet" was her name.  It's taken me all afternoon to write these few paragraphs.

I will try to come back and tell her stories.  They were all sweet and funny.  I am sorry this is not.  So, so sorry.

Abby's Week Two Recap

Abby's having a much better second week at Equinox Farm :-).  She's feeling much better, much to the cat's dismay.  Still hasn't figured out the grazing/eating thing, but she's working on it.  Here is a fun recap.


Life is starting to settle down some.  Not to jinx anything...

Aaaand We're Back...And We Brought Company

Sorry to be blogless for so long.  I had the perfect storm of no computer internet access...and for anyone not following IG/Twitter/FB...

This is Abby Lamby.  She was two weeks old yesterday and, boy, has she had a tough two weeks.  She had a very traumatic birth (sheepmom had to do mouth to mouth to even get her started) and ended up with some serious complications that have kept several shepherds and vets working together as what is now being called Team Abby over on Instagram.  I just love that!  

So yes, she came from Nistock Farms so she's sweet and beautiful and smart and tough...like all sheep ;-).   Her dad is Brick and Brick's dad was Rocky, which reminds me I've never done an official welcome to the farm post for "the boys".  It's going to take me a bit to catch up. 

I also have new Lamb Camp photos to share...once Abby lets me spend some time in the office ;-).