Getting Back on Track

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Hello, my friends!  First of all, let me say sincerely how much all of your thoughts and prayers have meant to us these last couple of weeks.  You are all amazing!

Those prayers are helping, trust me.  Today is two weeks since surgery, and while I still tire more easily than I like, I am starting to feel more like myself.  

Part of my "rehabilitation" has been to keep Captain company in Calf Country.  We just sold a group of feeders out of the big yard, moved the next group into the big yard, then moved the weanlings out of the shed into a smaller yard and then weaned the group out of the calf barn and into the bigger pen in the shed.

Before we brought a new group into the calf barn, Captain spent a day cleaning out the old bedding and spreading fresh bedding in the pens so the new babies have nice clean beds.  He brought them home last night, and the other residents of the calf barn, i.e. kittens and chicken, weren't quite what to make of these interlopers!  By this morning, however, they had all worked out the pecking order and were cohabitating peacefully.  

The kittens are now 2-1/2 months old and at that cute stage where they roll and pounce on each other with their little bottle brush tails straight up in the air.  We were surprised this morning when one of the kittens came into the calf barn dragging a dead baby mole!  Let me just say "eeeuuuwww" about that!!  

Feather Flocklear has returned to her original nest to lay her daily egg, so that's been kind of exciting each day.  No so exciting that I want to rush out and buy more hens--gathering in that one egg gives me enough of a thrill, thank you very much!

Amos and Andy are getting along like...how did Forrest Gump say it...oh yeah:  like peas and carrots.  Andy is a snuggle bug who loves his daily scratches and rubs.  Amos tries to be so much more dignified, but I can tell he'd really like to get in on all that attention.  He comes a step closer every day, so it won't be long until he can join in.  

I am at that stage of recovery where it ticks me off that I think I have a lot of energy, but after I do something mild or light-weight, I have to sit down and rest.  I'm tired of being on my butt most of the day.  Plus I have to get in condition for the dragon boat festival in August, right?!

I have never, ever been one to do hard core work outs.  Me, I like to walk (FYI...I typed "talk" the first time--some kind of Freudian typo!) for exercise.  I haven't done any significant walking since even before my surgery, so I need to ease back into it.

It always strikes me as stupid for me to drive to Douglas or Pine Island to get on the Douglas Trail when I have a perfectly good gravel road in front of my house, not to mention a sizeable yard and driveway.  I figured I could start there.  

I fired up my pedometer app on my phone and hoofed it around the yard enough to wrack up 4/10 of a mile.  I know how I can bump that up to an even half a mile just for easy figuring.  I figure if I do that a few times a day for a few days, I can slowly increase it to a mile each time out, right?  That's not unrealistic, is it??  I hope not. 

Anyway, I just want to give a shout out to all of our friends and family for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers.  It is VERY much appreciated!

Blessings, my friends!