Kupa is not better but not worse

No-one can understand how this big peacock  is still alive. Every breath is so hard won and everything I read tells me that a bird cannot survive such a  massive bacterial  attack for very long and that he should be responding to these antibiotics very quickly or succomb very quickly. Birds do not linger.   But there you are. He is still standing in his cage watching me watch him.  I can still hear his breathing like an asthmatic child from the the hallway. Very much alive.

Yesterday was a lovely day, not too busy, with that divine mixture of good friends,  good food, a little business, a little more farming.  Even a terrifying slow night drive back from a christmas party along icy skating rink country roads,  under a heavy cloudy inverted lightbox of a sky lit by a silent million watt moon. As though light was shining up from the snow to the sky instead of the other way around.

Some of us were not so busy.

Some busier than others.

Some very busy indeed.

Today the sheep man comes to have a look at Hairy. I hope he likes him, because Hairy would like a new home.

The Duke has one more day of his injections, then he really has to go back out to the chook house. Catching him for his medication is awfully traumatic. So he will be moved tonight. Hopefully he will slowly recover in the enclosed chook house with his heat lamps. Keeping him in the bathroom served its purpose but much longer will only make him miserable. He cannot fly and refuses to roost. It is making  him sad. No-one can recover if they are sad.  We have a few days of warmer weather coming, above freezing anyway.

In fact the snow is melting.

Have good day.

love your friend,

celi