Around here we have the expressions, "like two peas in a pod", "like mother, like daughter", and "the spittin' image".  Since I haven't checked to see what gender the calf is, I'll just stick with "the spittin' image" because they have the same facial markings.

I'm claiming this calf as my own, because I think I saved its life.  I found it, soon after it was born, with its neck and head twisted backward and upside down, with a front leg lying over them.  I quickly moved the leg, turned the head over, and after seeing that it was breathing, left it for its mama to finish the bonding process of licking it off.  The calf's tongue was swollen, indicating it had been a prolonged birthing process.  In a few hours it was up, getting its first warm milk.

Now for a kitten update:

They're still with me, growing and playing with one another.

The white ones are females and the black one is a male.  Kitty love ~~~

Have a good day,

Charlotte

This and That

These little flowers may be the only blooming thing left in my yard by morning since we're under a freeze warning ~ on April 14th!  Even I'm beginning to complain!  The lilacs are just ready to open their buds, so I'm considering cutting them and bringing them inside to enjoy for a while at least.

As of 1:18 p.m. today, I am officially crowned!!  On two teeth that is.  These are the first crowns I have ever had and although it all went well, I don't beg to have another one.  A lot has changed in the way crowns are made and put on teeth.  I didn't even have to have an impression made, you know, with that "container" full of stuff that's put in your mouth and hardens to the point you think all your teeth will be pulled out when it's removed.  I dreaded that part, but instead the dentist took pictures of the teeth that would get the crowns and these were put into a computer thingy.  I thought he was stapling something on the teeth because that's what it sounded like.  Then those images were put into a computer machine thing which sculpted the new crown.  Isn't that amazing?? After an hour of "baking" the crown was ready, with no returning in a few days to have it put on.  They feel so smooth.

I'm really bad to let things bother me and I worry about something for days before the time for those things to happen.  So that was the worse part of the crowning process.  After the numbing swabs were put into my mouth, before the shots, and the assistant had left the room, I began shaking real bad.  Even up into my chest and shoulders.  The thought crossed my mind, maybe I'm having an allergic reaction to the stuff.  But in reality I think this is the way a panic attack affects me because I've had this happen before when I'm under stress.  So I took a few long, cleansing breaths and thought myself through it with the help of God.  By the time the dentist came in I had calmed down.  Very aggravating!!

Do you remember the kitten I couldn't reach to take down from the top of the stock trailer?  I figured I'd never see her again, and then one day, there she was, an adolescent, with her mother.  I fed her, gradually was able to pet her while she ate, and soon was able to pick her up.  Now she absolutely loves me!  If it weren't for these dogs (grr-rr) I'd bring here home with me for an inside cat.  But since she would have to stay inside ALL the time I won't do it.  She has even tried to follow me home a time or two from the shed.  Food does wonders doesn't it?

Enough said for today I think.  The farmer is buying some thread for me this afternoon so I can work on the next hope chest item.  I may fall behind on this project when hay season starts.  Of course we've got to have some warmer weather so the grass will grow; we're still feeding hay!

Have a good evening,

Charlotte

A Blog No-No?

A couple of days ago I was reading about ways to improve a blog, and the comments left for the post. One person suggested not posting anymore pictures of cats! Now can you imagine that? We love our cats! So, maybe I'm committing a blog no-no, but these are Callie and her adolescent children, otherwise known as my barn kitties. They take after their mother; no picking them up, but I can rub their backs while they are eating. The black and white is my favorite.

So, if you don't like cats, I'm sorry; I won't do it often.

Charlotte