Sovalye has been locked in a horse stall. Mike took him for a walk last night and noticed that Sovalye wouldn't go anywhere near the pasture. It's so obvious that he just wants to be in the barn. I wish I knew why.
I called the vet office and told them what happened. I said I wanted to have Sovalye checked over to make sure there was no medical reason for him to suddenly be acting like this. Instead of being given an appointment time, I was told that the vet recommended that we put him down. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. It never crossed my mind that she would say that.
Margaret is healing, but I'm a little worried about one of the bites on her arm. It's hot and red, but I can't imagine how it could be getting infected after the irrigation, IV antibiotics, oral antibiotics, and topical antibiotics. If it's not looking better soon, we'll head back to the doctor.
Margaret has her own shop now where she sells yarn and roving and such, and she asked me if I could go in today and run things. So, after successfully milking three goats (woo hoo) this morning, I'm showered and ready to go. I decided to deal with the loss in milk production by leaving the six other does with their single kids. I'm weighing the milk and meeting the amounts that Margaret was getting, so I guess I still know what I'm doing. I just need to get these muscles built back up.
In the midst of all this, Mike picked 15 pounds of green beans and 5 pounds of okra that need to be processed, and there are probably another 5 pounds of green beans out there that need to be picked. Of course, there are gallons more blackberries on the bushes. And the gladiolas have started to bloom. That is something that I can find time to do -- cut the gladiolas and put them in vases all around the house.