{"id":546,"date":"2007-04-12T22:14:55","date_gmt":"2007-04-12T21:14:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=546"},"modified":"2007-04-12T22:18:18","modified_gmt":"2007-04-12T21:18:18","slug":"honey-you-cannot-wrestle-a-dove","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=546","title":{"rendered":"Honey, You Cannot Wrestle A Dove"},"content":{"rendered":"

Finally managed to get my meds today. It took forever to get through to my doctor’s office, but now all is well in the world and my head is no longer spinning like so many plates.<\/p>\n

So allow me to rewind time and show some pictures from yesterday. Despite the tiredness and spinning world I still managed to go to the playground. Where I sat in the sunshine with the animals.<\/p>\n

\"vanilje<\/a><\/p>\n

Just imagine me sitting there, in between Vanilje and Mads. And although you can’t see it, Magnethe is sitting down behind the board. In fact she was sitting righ up against me and every time her tail wagged, it would hit me. And I’d reach back and scratch her.<\/p>\n

And in front of me the lambs were sitting down.<\/p>\n

\"lambs\"<\/a><\/p>\n

One big chillout fest in the sunshine. There were some clouds, but it was mostly warm and sunny. And quiet.<\/p>\n

Until the mailman came. For some reason that got Mads going. When he spotted the mailman he got up and ran towards him.<\/p>\n

\"mads<\/a><\/p>\n

The mailman put his letters in the mailbox and stood and looked at Mads for a while like he didn’t know what to do. Then he left. And Mads went up to the mailbox and stared at it for a while.<\/p>\n

\"mads<\/a><\/p>\n

Maybe he thought it was a food delivery?<\/p>\n

A little video: http:\/\/youtube.com\/watch?v=UU9F2fqRm68<\/a>. Unfortunately I didn’t really get the good parts, like Mads running to the mailman and staring at the mailbox. But hey, you can’t have everything. It’s a pretty bad video, really. Sorry.<\/p>\n

\"mads\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Through the looking glass, there is a world out there.<\/p>\n

\"magnethe\"<\/a><\/p>\n

I see you.<\/p>\n

\"vanilje\"<\/a><\/p>\n

And Vanilje posing in the sunshine.<\/p>\n

It was rather late today when I got to the playground. After picking up my meds. The goats where already inside. Alice told me that they had gone AWOL in the buildings up past the slope. So they had been put inside. Silly, wandering goats. But you see, they really DO need to hire me as a goat whisperer. So I can keep the goats out of trouble. As much as humanly possible.<\/p>\n

There was more trouble afoot, though. Literally. I went inside and there were Kurt and Per. It was time for trimming hooves. Not something goats are very fond of.<\/p>\n

\"hoofcutting\"<\/a><\/p>\n

They were just finishing off Vanilje when I got there. Then it was Magnethe’s turn. And she did not<\/i> like it. She made the most horrible, wailing cry. A couple of times. I have never heard her sound like that before. Per was holding her head while Kurt was trimming her hooves. Poor girl. I hope I never have to hear that sound again.<\/p>\n

\"hoofcutting\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Mads took it a bit better. At least he didn’t scream. When they got to his hind legs he promptly sat down on his butt! He was afraid that they were going to wash him in his private area, I’m sure. The fungus bath thing. So he sat straight down to make sure no one came anywhere near that place. A hoof trimming is vacation in comparison to that.<\/p>\n

The whole thing didn’t take too long, luckily. And the goats weren’t traumatized. They weren’t the only ones who had close contact with scissors today.<\/p>\n

\"naked<\/a><\/p>\n

The sheep were de-woolified. What is that called? Shearing?<\/p>\n

\"naked<\/a><\/p>\n

Man, sheep look odd without wool. Odd as a button.<\/p>\n

Did I mention that I managed to hand feed the piglets the other day? I took a handful of wheat and reached down. Most of it ended up on the floor, but they did eat from my hand. And I gave one of them a good, hardy scratch on the forehead without any objections. I think they’re feeling comfy and secure in their new home.<\/p>\n

That’s all, folks. I do have one request though. If one of you would be kind enough to go to the Mols picture album<\/a> and tell me if the pictures are properly sorted. Meaning that the first picture is 01, the second 02, the third 03 and so forth. Are they sorted in the right order when you go to the album?<\/p>\n

Now it’s weekend, for me. I completely forgot that TMU’s trip was today and tomorrow. A two day trip to Silkeborg. Spending the night. I had already told Peter the boss that I wasn’t going to be spending the night, that would be too much for me. But the people who couldn’t or wouldn’t spend the night could be driven back and forth instead. So I was considering that. But then forgot all about it. I was just not feeling good enough to do that today. If I had gone on the trip then I wouldn’t have been able to get my meds today, and I would have kept feeling bad. So, no trip for me. I’m not really unhappy about that, though. I will grab at any chance of avoidance. Instead I will spend tomorrow in the sunshine with the animals. It’s damn hot these days. Summer temperatures. Almost too much for me. But sitting on the slope, with the animals all around me, that’s not too shabby.<\/p>\n

xoxox wish you were here, send more money<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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