Never Ask

If there is one thing we should have learned from living on our faux farm, it is to never ask, "What next?". Last weekend, we were already feeling a little different from other families as we drove our Gator to the neighbors' horse show, picked up giant wooden spools and pallets, and hauled straw into our barn.

At that point, we didn't ask what was next but when we found a giant, freshly-dug hole near our play barn, we made the mistake of wondering that. Soon, we found out. We still aren't sure what made the hole but the only animal activity we have noticed by it has been from coyote. (I am still really hoping we don't have a coyote living a couple hundred yards from our house and just a couple hundred feet from our goats and chickens). We thought that a possible coyote den in our yard was crazy enough but alas, not it was not.

The night we got proof of coyote activity via our game cam, a mouse ran across our living room. My husband and I teamed up and were finally able to catch it in a garbage can, after it tried to run up my arm once!

That is not all either. We suspect our cat of being pregnant. We were planning on letting her have a
litter of kittens so we could have more than two cats but when we added kitten Flint to the mix, we were going to get her fixed. However, we did not get that done in time and she found a boyfriend. Now she is getting nice and plump. I am still hoping she is just eating very well.

Not done yet. Wetherby came down with a bad case of diarrhea. Another call to the vet and they set us up with some pills to give him. So now instead of giving him shots, we need to shove a pill down his throat. Unfortunately, while I was trying to pry his mouth open one time and attempting to put the pill in, he chomped down on my finger. Doubly unfortunate was the fact that my finger was too far back so it was at the spot where he has both top and bottom teeth. Oh that hurt! And it bled! By the time I made it back to the house, blood was running down my arm and dripping into my other hand. Of course the door was locked so I had to punch in the garage door code so I could get in to wash the wound and stop the bleeding. Even having worked in a zoo, this was the worst animal bite I have ever received. I also made a call to my doctor (yeah, I am pretty sure they think I'm crazy calling about being bit by a GOAT) and now I have to get a tetanus shot. Good times.

So our weekend was a bit crazy and random. Even after being bit, I helped Jon unload hay into our barn in 94 degree heat, with the heat indices well into the hundreds. I wasn't as helpful as I would have liked to be but I blamed that on the throbbing pain in my finger! The girls enjoyed playing on the hay bales and are thrilled with their new hay "castle", as they like to call it!