As much as I hate to admit it, this farm thing has been a romantic dream that I knew would be a bit of an adjustment, but not really that big of a deal, right? I mean, I did goat classes before I brought them home. I did my research, I studied. I’ve been ON farms before. I have got this, right? But life on the farm has opened my eyes to many things. And this week, this farm #$%& just got real.
You know we added 14 animals in the space of a six weeks, right? Right. Don’t judge, I’m not the type of girl that does a slow ramp up or half way work. I may need to reassess that character feature later, but I digress.
At one moment this week, standing at the sink in the kitchen, I see a goat in with the puppy. I panicked and ran out screaming. Lucky, our 6 month old, sixty pound puppy is larger than life and doesn’t know it. Mr Bean, although looking undignified all covered in puppy slobber, was fine. Phew, crisis averted.
Not much later, I was literally rescuing my top hen from this same knucklehead when she flew into his pen. On the verge of tears and feeling way in over my head, I saw the damage…most of her back feathers had been plucked by the eager puppy host. I was upset but willed no tears to come. It’s just a chicken, right? These things happen on the farm. Problem is this one is named after my grandma Dorothy. Crap, I went and got attached to the chickens. I’m not a good farm girl AND I let this happen by not paying attention. I felt like a total failure and had no idea what to do.
So, I did what every good farm girl does. I Googled it. Armed with chicken advice from the online experts, I headed to the feed store for supplies. I separated her and gave a quiet little space to come out of shock. She drank water and ate…all good signs. After a saline bath and wound spray, things are looking better.
I am pleased to tell you that Dot is doing ok and seems to be healing. Her behavior is all normal, despite her chilly backside and she seems to have resumed her place at the top of the pecking order.
I’m so relieved. I am getting farm tougher day by day, but am not ready for my first farm funeral. Not yet. I need a little more seasoning.