On the subject of God and His Return

I do not know when or HOW He will come back but I do know where to find Him, He will be amongst the homeless, the prostitutes, the unwanted. He will be with that duck or dog or cat that has just been let out on an empty road to fend for itself. He will be with the child who has been bullied so long he has now given up hope. He will be with that wife left for a younger woman after enduring violence from the hand that promised to take care of her, He will be with the physically and cognitively challenged, the deformed, the sick and the abused. He loves the "throw aways"...we don't.. so look for Him there. He will not be in the Church, or in prayer groups, or a revival meeting He will be serving the throw aways, the cast outs, the forgotten, the unlovable.

Timothy

This is Timothy, he is 4 or 5 and he is half Japanese Shin and half Pekinese. He is a very good boy. He was sick today...not sure why but I think he has turned a corner now and I am hoping for him to have total healing by tomorrow. This little boy takes no guff from the large dogs. he can hold his own. He has a lion's heart.

It is worth it

This makes cold weather worth it. For me, there is nothing as cozy and warm as the heat from a wood burning stove. Come sit with me, bring your quilting and we will visit.

Jack

Jack AKA "Auchi Boy" is 9 and he is a black labrador Retriever. He is, by far, the sweetest boy ever. He would not hurt a fly. He is not needy or demanding. When Auchi was 2, he suffered a grand mal seizure and it was pretty severe. Scared me to death. I always believe in trying the least invasive thing first. I changed his food, I put him on grain free and he has never had another seizure. The first one left him with some quirks. He is slightly claustrophobic and hates steps...will not climb but I have been working with him daily for months now and he does come up the stairs without my being there now. I babied him for years and thought to myself, "this is ridiculous" so I quit. Looking back, I was enabling his fear and not moving him towards independence. Then I had my injury and things stopped for quite awhile. Jack is a darling, kind, loving, and playful. he is my buddy boy.

Gracie

I have 5 dogs. I love them all. They are family but I want to introduce each one separately because each one is very different. Gracie is now 10 years old. She is a chocolate Labrador retriever and a very good girl. She earned her AKC CGC and then her license as a Therapy Dog. When she was a puppy, she had some physical issues and had to have major surgery, I stayed up all night with her and comforted her the best I could. When I got my head injury, that night she poked me every couple of hours...at the time, I had no idea why she did that, but looking back, I know she was being my nurse. There were nights I had trouble sleeping and she would come and lie down by me, and, as always, I would wrap my arms around her, and she would begin breathing slow and deeply until I fell asleep. When she was about 2, I had pneumonia. I had gone outside because the garbage was going to be picked up and I wanted to get a bag out there. On my way back in, I had to cough and knowing how painful that was going to be, I leaned up against my car and began coughing. The very next thing I knew, Gracie had gone through the screen door and was at my side. Gracie is like a sister to me. She has common sense and a very big heart and; thank God, she loves me.

FRUSTRATION

I am really frustrated with myself and so I am going to talk about it so it does not grow and then I am going to end this specific blog with some cute chick photos to create some joy. I am trying really hard to be responsible and to be a good steward to all that God has provided and in doing so, I thought it a good day to empty the gas out of my chainsaw and weed whacker lest I muck up the carburetor. So I take the gas cap off the weed whacker, set it down and open the gas container and set that cap down and drain the gas from the weed whacker. I put the cap back on and grab my chainsaw and repeat the process. I am all done and turn to get the gas can top and it is not there. I look everywhere and it is nowhere to be found. I know it did not have legs and there was no one else around to blame, so I knew I put it somewhere "safe". Mind you, it was not just a gas cap, it had a long bright red and white built in funnel. How could I lose that? I did because I am "special". Long story short, I found it on a tool bench I do not even remember using. Grrrrr. Now, for some joy:

2 chicklets hatched this morning

Aren't they cute? They look like a chipmunk and a Persian kitty. LOLOL

Duck, duck..

So much has been happening. I went into my coop and one of my 4 Muscovy ducks had been pecked on by the chickens and her tail was bleeding. The problem is not a little blood. The problem is that chickens are carnivorous and will peck a thing to death...literally so I brought her into my house, washed the tail well and put some ointment on it and placed her in a crate just so she could rest. Later yesterday i went back into the coop and saw that her buddy, Lennox, was missing her terribly so I had to do something. This morning, right away, I checked her tail and it looked good so I went and put together a dog crate and made her a bed in it and brought her down where she could see Lennox but yet was safe. We are all happy with that decision. When there is no hint of blood at all, she will be allowed out. Bitsy, my little cochin bantam, is a egg laying machine...she lays pretty near daily. She is so small compared to all the rest, not to mention the ducks and yet she holds her own with them. No one messes with Bitsy. I have stayed busy making sure the coops got clean and the bedding winter ready. In the Spring, my female Muscovys will lay eggs and the duck numbers will increase dramatically...yay!

New life

I have new peeps at Willow Wood. They are adorable. There is one silver one and; if one can sex them by the wings, it is a little roo-ette and I could not be happier. It is obviously Ignasio's baby and I have hoped and prayed for a rooster from him. The light colored one is mothered by my favorite Easter Egger and I am overjoyed at its hatch. The dark brown one...well i am just not sure. So, without further ado...meet the the babies: