I simultaneously mourned and sulked throughout my day yesterday. Severus, our little baby turkey who had given us and a certain chicken hen great pleasure and love has disappeared into thin air and we don’t expect to see her again. We suspect an owl.
As always, I cried and cried, enough to spur David to bring Magic inside for a comforting visit. (Yes, the young ducks have all moved out of doors. Magic is the only one having difficulty with it; she’d much rather be a house duck but I’m sure she’ll adjust in time. Tonks and Lupin have found heaven amongst the muddy water and vegetation and never want to return indoors.)
Losing an animal yet again spurred me into questioning the path we have taken here for the first time. Why did I think I could be a farmer? My heart is too soft and my system too weak. I could no more send a lamb to market than I could slaughter one of my own children. What was I thinking?
Yet, this morning as I did farm chores solo due to David’s business trip, I remembered. The temperature was an amazing 60 degrees; the breeze was light; and the animals beckoning and full of affection. Between health issues and heat intolerance, I have not been as involved as I have been in the past and have lost sight of the joy the whole experience brings to me. I love the farm; I love being a farmer.
Yes, I hate losing animals. A little bit of me dies inside each time we lose one but if that’s the price I have to pay for having what we have, so be it. God willing, I will always be a farmer.
I will close the blog today with a wee bit of knitting progress. The very nice lady whose daughter will be the hopefully lucky recipient of one hand-knit-by-me Halloween and beyond Tasha dress wrote yesterday for a progress report. Here is Tasha’s A-line dress thus far; it’s just under half way completed. The flowers are a combination of intarsia and Fair Isle as I designed the dress (did the math, pulled out my abacus and slide rule, and checked the alignment of Jupiter and Mars) to be knit in the round before I realized it was impossible to knit straight intarsia that way. At this point, there was no way I was going to start from scratch and redesign so I fiddle-faddled with the flowers until I liked the result. What do you think? I’m pleased but it’s hard to be objective after staring at something hours each day.
While we are on the subject of Backyardigans Halloween costumes, here is Cowboy Tyrone’s sweater, in need of blocking, seaming, and finishing the neck. He’ll wear jeans, a bandana, and a black cowboy hat we have left over from a trade show for him to almost complete the ensemble. Do you think it’s a little much to buy a three-year-old cowboy boots?
He is the one and only Pint after all.