This morning I was still in bed when I heard a commotion in the house and baby goats hollering, upon opening my eyes, confused I thought, oh no! Those babies jumped from the play pen and dogs are chasing them. I jumped from bed, half asleep to see farm man carrying more little ones. They were very newly born and the temp is cold here. So he made the decision to bring them in. I promptly got some colostrum down them and got them warmed as they were very cold.
While I’m not looking forward to feeding 2 more, this IS life on a homestead. I’m grateful to have the knowledge I have to care for these babies.
Animals help me so much. I wrote yesterday about feeling so down, these animals give me a reason to keep going. I have really lost my faith in humanity these past few months. I have retreated to the homestead more and more. I leave only when absolutely necessary to do so. I am perfectly content here with my animals, soon I’ll be planting seeds starting them for my spring garden. Plans are being made to build a big goat barn this spring, our herd has out grown the little shed we have. Time to build a nice barn with kidding and milking stalls.
Making plans and dealing with babies gives me a much needed break from all that’s going on in the world. When I am holding a baby critter all in my world seems right. For a moment my fear is gone, my anxiety is diminished..I feel peace and safe.
I enjoy taking care of critters. It gives me purpose and somehow rights all the wrongs temporarily. Maybe it’s because I feel needed, wanted, loved….maybe it’s because it’s a gift be able to care for another living thing. Perhaps it’s because you know you are a tiny part of a much bigger picture of life’s cycle.
This little farm has healed so much in me. Given me hope, brought me joy, and fosters a deep sense of peace in my soul. These next few years will be trying to say the least…I keep reminding my self to remember the day we found this piece of land, when I stepped out of the truck, my right foot touched the ground and heard I boldly the words, “this place is safe”. How I quickly forget those words in the middle of a panic attack or fear.
I am struggling, I admit it. I’m scared, I’m angry, I’m confused. I need this place to help keep me grounded and somewhat balanced. Maybe this place needs me just as much to care for it. We are stewards of the mother(earth)…we have done a poor job caring for her. Maybe that’s what this is all about…what lessons are we being taught in all this hatred and chaos? Maybe some of us have already learned the lesson, the lesson of choosing love over hate, understanding over opinion, equal over unequal, choice or force. Those that haven’t are not going to learn it and it’s going to be ugly.
Whatever the reason we are all here, living through these tumultuous times, I am so very grateful to be surrounded by people that understand. I’m thankful to have these little ones to keep me grounded…I humbled that I have been chosen to care for them to the best of my ability. My heart is grateful.
Until next time…
Peace, love & light!.
☮️❤️💡
The 2 smaller are todays baby’s
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