Yesterday Tane Mahuta was loaded into Kim’s car and off we went to the vet. Thank Goodness for Kim and her car. After another 79 dollars we discovered that he has thrown his hip out a bit and developed a secondary infection. He has a temperature of 104 degrees (between 100 and 102 is normal) so he has had antibiotics and I will give him three days of an anti-inflammatory.
By yesterday afternoon he was able to get up by himself, without crying. So let’s hope this will be sorted out soon. (For the record his testicles are perfectly normal). Thank goodness.
Other than that the day proceeded in a genteel fashion. Repairing buildings, scooping old barn floors, weeding the garlic, cleaning. I was Kitchen Mama and we all had a lovely slow productive day.
Look at Freya’s little ridgeback. Isn’t that sweet.
Every day lately it seems to have rained. For weeks now. Just when you think we are waterlogged it rains again. I have given up on trying to keep the basement clear of water – the pump will have to deal with it until the water stops coming in then I will sweep it all through. Even the well is overflowing. The lawns and the fields are sloshy. My gumboots are wet from hauling Tane up out of a puddle he was stuck in, the verandah is a continuous farmy mud heap and I think we are all growing webbed feet.
The fields are so wet that the nitrogen is fast being leached out of the soil. Do you see the yellow in field in the distance? That whole field is just about dead. There are many fields like this now. Late plantings are taking it hard. What a mess. We are going around our own vegetable gardens fertilising with fish fertiliser. But we need sun too. We have had very few good sun days.
But there you are. There is no lid on this job – we are at the mercy of the elements. And the plants that are established are growing like triffords. The sunflowers on the South side of the property are as tall as me now and still growing. It is an incredible growing year. So wet and so warm.
Have a lovely day
Your friend on the farmy