Last Sunday, two day old baby goat Hank crashed. He was too weak to stand. We brought him inside, brought his temp up, stomach tubed him and fed him, and still he died.
It was a hard day.
Hazel acts like she doesn’t even notice. It’s so weird. We’ve been milking her for now. I’ll make soap out of it, and the cat has gotten a good bit. No one is itching to drink it.
And then… we got the flu. I’m pretty sure it was the genuine influenza a. Body aches, fevers, headache, coughs… it’s been a miserable week that no one is recovering quickly from. We were all finally on our feet yesterday, but coughs remain. Everyone but Blaine got it. It goes down in history as one of the harder illnesses we’ve endured. I hauled ten gallons of water to the horse and heaved for ten minutes afterward. Eden filled the woodstove and was completely out of breath. Oxygen is in short supply.
Today, we stay home. There’s a good bit of sadness to be missing classes at our homeschool co-op, but there are enough coughs to have everyone in agreement that they shouldn’t be there anyway. This Friday is the high school Valentine dance. Here’s to hoping all is well in time for that.