Tired

So exhausted from staying up most of the last three nights. Yesterday, I spent about 15 1/2 hours in the garage with Uno. I've mostly been watching movies, hanging out on the net and cat-napping. Uno seems to like the newest version of Pride and Prejudice. I popped it in the first night when I wanted something light and fluffy, and she came over to watch. I think she likes the music. We've had Chopin playing in the garage, and she seems to like that as well.

I've been up since 2:30 this morning

We got through our second night. Uno is still here, and still in the garage. She's eating hay, and drank some water on her own early this morning, and ate some brome pellets yesterday. Unfortunately she hasn't done that since. So we are squirting an apple cider vinegar/horehound leaf 'tea' down her throat every half an hour. It is a half gallon of warm water to a half cup of unpasturized apple cider vineger. The horehound leaves go into the mixture. This is from Pat Colby's book, Natural Goat Care. We are also giving as yogurt water mix about every two hours. The strange breathing episodes are coming and going, and they seem to come in droves. Uno won't have one for a several hours, and then she'll have several. She isn't foaming at the mouth as bad as when I found her on Wednesday afternoon, but she is drooling.

Uno

Uno has severe pneumonia. Not sure is she is going to make it. I checked on her on Wednesday afternoon, and she was breathing heavily, braying and foaming at the mouth. The vet made a house call on Wednesday evening, and said her left lung has shut down. She gave Uno some antibiotics and vitamin shots. We moved her to the garage. Stayed up most of the night with her.

Merry Christmas!

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

-Christina Rossetti

Poem for Solstice

Dawn and dusk merge to
one, whether the days are short
or night never comes.

Happy Winter Solstice!

Today the sun rose at 10:58 am and set at 2:30 pm. There was six hours and thirty-two minutes of visible light. Tomorrow will be nine seconds longer. Not a lot, but an improvement.
It's been negative twenty below or colder for most of December. The holidays make the lack of light and cold easier. The goats and I have been stuck inside most of the time. I feel so blah. I can't seem to get anything done. The cold and dark seem to seep inside my head and I can't think straight. I'd prefer to hibernate most of the time.

TTFN!

Happy Thankgiving!