I had the most wonderful image in a dream last night. Mads was a father. He had a little boy. A little mini Mads.

That was so sweet. It can never come true of course. Since he is neutered. But at least I got to see it in a dream. It was beautiful.

I am finally starting to feel not sick. How nice. I only hope the med change won’t make me feel too bad. I was on two meds. Now I am off one type and on half dosage of the other. I wonder if I’ll get depressed or feel sick or something like that. But I’ll soon get started on the new meds so not to worry, not to worry.

Everything went well yesterday, feeding the animals. A grandmother and two little girls came and looked at the bunnies while I was feeding them. I also brought in a little chair and sat down with the lambs. Picked up Kulle, the black one. He didn’t mind at all. Little sweetie. The mother wasn’t too happy about it, though. She’s still extremely protective of them. Much more than any of the other sheep/goat mothers I have met. I made sure to show her that I wasn’t hurting her little boy or taking him away. But she still baahed worriedly. So I put him back down of course.

She is sweet and calm as long as you don’t mess with her babies though. I can feed her and stroke her now. As long as I do it slowly. If you make sudden moves then she twitches and backs off. Good thing I am generally slow and calm.

That’s about all for today. We have had an unusally warm September this year. So the paper said. I am ready for winter. Bring it on Grandfather Snow. Bring it on.

Sleepy lamb…

Sleeeeepy lamb…

Sleeping lamb.

Is there anything sweeter than watching a lamb fall asleep? First that gentle rocking/swaying that they do. Then their eyelids slowly dropping. Then their whole head dropping. And then they are off counting humans in their dreams.

I am sleepy like a sleepy lamb. I am tired of being sick. And sick of being tired. But other than that I’m okay. I am happy that I have managed to go to the therapist appointment, the doctor appointment and the work-deadline appointment. I am a trooper. My brother has gotten sick too. All in the family.

Other than that just enjoying the lambs. They feel safe enough with me now to come over and nibble at my clothes and bite at my fingers. I usually just sit down and wait for them to come to me. Sit with my legs crossed. With a Locke like smile on my face. You know, Locke from season 1 of Lost. Sitting on the beach. With that enigmatic smile. Feeling like you are in your right element. Like you have a connection to the place. Like fate has brought you there. I really do get that Locke feeling. Channeling his smile. And I even have my own hatch too, the hatch to the goats’ house. Art imitating life imitating tv imitating life. Or something like it.

There is a girl who calls me Mads. Hehe. Partly because her Danish isn’t too good. And partly because she’s silly, and I’m always sitting with Mads. She’s very energetic. She runs around. And she shouts more than she talks. And often she’ll jump up and down at the end of her sentences, as if to punctuate them. And she is always happy to see me.

“Oh it’s so good you’re here” *boing* *boing*
“I thought you wouldn’t come” *boing* *boing*

It still surprises me when kids come and sit down with me or talk to me about the animals and things like that. I still don’t see myself as someone who is easy to like, even if it’s “just” kids or animals. It seems more natural to me that I should repulse them. That they should run away screaming.

Hmm, that’s a bit silly isn’t it? What an odd thing for my brain to come up with. Stupid brain.

Three in a row.

I will be working tomorrow. I get to feed the lambs, that will be nice.

There is one boy who always asks me if I’ll be working in the weekends. He’s actually happy if I’m there.

And there’s another boy who does tricks with his bike and then shouts to me “did you see me Lasse?”.

And there is the Crazy Chicken Guy, who is as crazy about chickens as I am about goats. And he always comes over and smiles and says hello.

Savour the good things.

Also, a quick shoutout to Noodella. She sent me a nice package of TimTams. I may just be imagining things but it seems to me that people from Australia rock. At least the ones I know. Oh and Kniefy Spooney, of course.