Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Everyone Just Calm your Roll

So being who I am, my choice of President was "None of the Above" to which I didn't get my way. I didn't get mad and throw stuff, nor did I devolve into a seething mass of  "EFF YOU" to everyone. I'm the kind who remembers the words of the Lord:

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres"

I personally want to thank the asshats at blogger at their efforts to forcefully make me TYPE all that instead of copy/paste because their text editor blows snotbubbles.

Being of the Christian faith and trying to lead by that faith doesn't make you grumpy, it just makes you less inclined to share it.  Right now, my mentality is, 'you made this mess. quit whining about it and for Heaven's sake, quit expecting others to clean it up.'

Back to my life for me. 

Friday, October 14, 2016

JUNE?!? That's the last time I Posted? WOW

Yeah, I have no excuse why I didn't post during the summer. Now? I'm working part time, school full time and then there's the farm.

This is my last semester before I start my clinical rotation. There's a petition process, although I'm still at a loss WHY I need to ask someone to become an unpaid intern in their clinic while paying the school for the 'privilege' of doing so..but what the hell.

The professors are loading up on the homework. I swear every time I enter a classroom there's a test due. I'd love to practice drawing blood but the other gals in my class are not cooperative. One has anemia, so can't draw hers. One gets woozy, the other has dodgy veins and the last gal is pregnant. Great, wonderful. Um,..yeah.

I drag my ass out of bed, do chores then head on out to the school for either work or class. Then I drag my butt home, do homework, do chores, do more homework. Any chance I get to rest is obliterated by now. Weekends, rush around doing this or that.

I have been meaning to get my sister her birthday card and present now for 2 weeks, but I'm so busy I forget to get it to her.

I'm sick of never having down time. Fed up with the constant demands of homework....do I really NEED 3 packets to finish before class?> REALLY???

I tried to get some rest yesterday. Came home tired and drained from a tour of the Red Cross, and it was great, but SO many people, new people, and the effort to keep perky and shit was just......ugh! Introverts get it, Extroverts don't. I wanted time ALONE after I get home. And I was tired. I tried to take a nap in the recliner and the second my eyes closed, NOPE! PET THE CAT!! CAT NEEDS ME!

So instead of trying to take a nap in the recliner, which never happens due to a very petulant and needy 18 year old cat. I said screw it and went to bed............before 9.  That's why I'm up at 4 this morning. At least I'm being left alone for a bit. 

Monday, June 27, 2016

Establishing a protocol for fostering incubated goslings and such.

Newer laptop, forgive me if I scream a few times. I get random glitches when I type for too long.

So we've been incubating eggs for a while now and this is the first year that I've had a ton of issues with it. Two sets of eggs  have died within the shell before I could even sneak them under a mama goose. Then there was the chicken, who would not stop being broody, so we stuck a duck egg under her.  So now we have Dobby the duck with a hen as it's mom. It's working out fine right now, even though the Dobby is almost as big as his/her mom and s/he's only 3 weeks old.

We honestly didn't think she'd sit long enough to hatch a baby duck. That's at least a week more brooding time than a chicken. But she did and the only assistance we gave her was to move her nest
down to the lower level when the duck was hatched so it could get out easily.

They wander around and I make sure there are puddles for the little one to drink and wash from. Now the duck is big enough to jump into the sled we turned into a pool, so I'm happy to see her/him washing while Mama is around scratching for food. The difference in species doesn't seem to make any problems.

So we've had 3 goose girls in the coop playing hot potato with their eggs. Georgie and her daughters Minerva and Pavarti have nests in there and when one goes out, the other sits on the nest but leaves another one open. The eggs get cold and any hope of a baby goes with that egg freezing.

I decided to start candling the eggs when they do that, and any viable ones go into the incubator. We had one that internally pipped a few days ago, so I popped it under Carrie, who is brooding in the garage. She's been brooding the longest and has been consistent. The egg hatched last night, and this morning the baby was out seeing the world. Daddy Aberforth has been his very attentive self.

We've had to put barriers between him and other brooding mamas because he keeps chasing them out of the garage. So there's a concrete block here, bale of straw there, and the girls are hidden from Ab's wrath as Daddy.

I am still surprised at the role that males take in raising their kids within the realm of geese. Right now, Ron has his kids out every day with Auntie Luna as the kids' Mom has adopted another nest full of eggs and has gone broody again. Then Auntie Eleanor joined her.

 So every day, Daddy Ron takes Remus and Nymphadora out and they graze grass, take baths and wander around together. Ron takes his role quite seriously. I've remarked to Dave that it's great that Ron has finally found his 'cojones' so to speak. He was quite the neurotic dude there for a while.

One day soon we have to wrap up Nymphadora's wing as she has angel-wing. It's simple to fix, IF and that's a big IF you can keep the wrappings on them for at least 3 days, 4 is best. Then the wing is trained to go where it should and she'll have no problem with it.

Knitting wise: I've graduated from washcloths to burp cloths. Well, actually we're using them on the arms of our recliners to keep them nice and pretty. I've discovered Hobby Lobby's "I love this cotton" which is the SOFTEST cotton I've ever worked with. Right now, my local store has some colorways on clearance for under $2 so I'm snagging them while I'm in town selling plasma. It's kind of a reward for buckling down and dealing with the pain of venipuncture twice a week. Photos later.