Just had the coolest thing happen. Was cruising FB and I see these peoples interesting photo…they are friends of my daughter Summer. The photo was peoples heads in a circle, like a wheel. I was spinning my iphone around, to view each face….when I thought I recognized a hat….one of MY hats. So I asked. He said…..yes….there are THREE of your hats in this photo! We love your hats!!!!! Holy guacamole and tenderloins!! If I hadn’t already had my day made…by birth of Diamond….I’d say this made my day. Wowza, just wowza. That’s a boon to my soul and my heart and my self esteem! Summer had taken them as trade items when she went to Cali before she came here. One of them was scratchy and the guy wanted a liner. (Had mill waste in it….which I used to use in the beginning) It never came up again…till tonight. So I offered to make him a fresh one out of baby fiber and he refused. He wants a liner cuz he says he loves it!!! I’m doing the happy wiggle and bounce on your Rv bed dance.
Ahhh….I just watched the most beautiful scene with Georgia and Belle. Georgia was on the sideways treestump and Belle and her were obviously talkin and they nuzzled each other then Belle jumped on the stump in such a way that Georgia didn’t have to jump off and the two of them kissed you could say….then Belle said….ok, get down and Georgia did. Awesome the insights I’m getting here. They act all aggressive toward each other but when nobody is looking…..they love each other. How awesome is that? Yay GOATS!!!! Just went for a check and Milly was breathing really fast and hard. Waiting…. Also thinkin Lily and Mimi…oh gosh. Nah…usually it’s all in one week, what am I fretting about. Been here….just not so many at a time, all due to pop. And I now know the answer to…..whe it rains….do all the goats get to go in the house. For once and for all…..the answer is NO. No, they do not. Bummer of a realeyesation, but it is what it is. Not a dang thing I CAN DO ABOUT THAT ALTHOUGH I DID TRY. I STOOD INSIDE THE HOUSE AND CALLED Milly in. hahahaha. Love you Spirit!!!!God!!!! But she didn’t come in. We got thunderstorms now. Dang it all. Ahhh, but it’s ok. God is Very very Good! And thank you God that it’s warm. And on that note…..goodnight and sweet dreams my friends. Happy little goat hops to ya!!!! 1:41am = 6 = earth. Ha. Goat hops are earthy.
I feel like God has been talking to me this past week or so through a song that won’t leave my head that came from nowhere. I did Not hear the song recently, but it’s always playing. I wake up hearing it. I go to sleep hearing it. Now I get it. Little baby Diamond died today. I did everything in my power to save her including attempting to tube feed, which I swore I wouldn’t do. I was just re reading what I’d written last night, and I saw the part about the storm, then me saying God is good. Then he sang me the line again………… When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek. See, God once asked me to dance….. As I just now googled it to verify the lyrics….I saw that it is also the song that I’m singing to baby Heaven. Heaven, I’m in heaven. Oh man…..God truly is Good. So…God is dancing cheek to cheek with me. Life is a dance…..and it seems I have a dancing partner. Well good, Father, you lead….I’ll follow. Isn’t that something. I’ve had two human fathers and I don’t believe I danced with either one of them. How blessed am I, to be dancing with God.
It was most likely the storm that caused it. During the storm, Oprah and her baby got separated. Diamond was at the very back of the house against the wall, and there were a bunch of girls also in the house as well as the very large Mimi and Kachina, and it was pitch black….6am. I thought it was another baby being born that woke me. It was Oprah crying for her baby. I found the baby and placed her near Oprah. That’s when I realized something was wrong. Diamond was all floppy. No muscles working. I first tried to give her a suppository but it wouldn’t really go in. I held it as far as it would go for the five minutes, then scooped her up and went to the house. I called Kimberly and based on what I told her……that yesterday I wasn’t sure if she was having a hard time going potty or if it were that her back legs seemed longer than her front, so she was standing funny. Decided it was the legs. So, based on that….she thought she had ecoli….so I gave her a shot of antibiotic. Oh….the litany of what I did for her is not necessary. Suffice it to say, I tried everything. Well, I’ll tell ya anyway…sorta……suppository, molasses, shot, bottle, box of heat, tube, syringe, skin to skin contact under my shirt, molasses, bottle again and that’s about it. I took her down to be with Oprah, under my shirt. She was alive when I put her there. When I pulled her out for Oprah….I realeyes’d her chest wasn’t rising and falling. I wailed, while Oprah nudged her over and over. Then I left the two alone together. I dug the hole and got a tshirt to wrap her in. When I got back down, Oprah was laying down on her head. Not sure what she was trying to do. I laid the baby on the tshirt and wrapped her up. Oprah now thinks I have her baby under my shirt. Fixin to change clothes when I go up to the house, so she doesn’t have to smell her. I’m going to try to harvest some colostrum from her in a bit. Jesse thinks Diamond is lucky…..she’s in heaven. Oh…..and now I guess she too, is dancing cheek to cheek. Signing off at YeeHaw Ranch. Ps….we have discharge on Milly and Lily.Milly was breathing really hard and fast last night so I really thought…..maybe tonight.