I am having a bad week. On Monday, my dog companion of 10 years died. After that I found out my great-aunt died in the presence of her husband and daughter. This happened on Mother’s Day, of all days. On Tuesday at work I had to deal with a child who choked and subsequently died and then an infant who was beaten up. Wednesday I spend a lot of the day crying. I tend to be more emotional when I am sleep deprived.
So today Tom suggested animal therapy, that I hang out with living animals on a beautiful sunny spring day. So after the farm chores were done I decided to go into the donkey pen, to spend time with and pet our two donkeys. Mopar has been really clingy since Vanessa died, staying as doggedly close as she can to us. So while I was in the donkey pen, she was at the donkey fence, as close as she could get to me. There she found a pheasant hen hiding in the weeds, probably the last of the pheasants that escaped after their pen collapsed in the snow last winter. Mo grabbed the pheasant in her mouth. I screamed “No” and she dropped her. The pheasant ran away. I was then able to walk up to her and catch her, not a good sign for a pheasant. As I was walking back to the barn with her in my arms she gasped her last breath and died. So much for “animal therapy”.
But as bad as my week has been, it has been a lot worse for the above’s grieving families. So I decided to buck up and focus on the positives. In that vein, I noticed my peachicks growing up.
We are burning a fire to heat our hot tub. We are going to have Maple-Glazed Chicken for dinner. And I made pickled eggs. Please, wish me luck for the rest of my week. I am anxious that I am going to need it.