i haven't taken time to go to the laundromat. so i washed these in a bucket in the bathtub and hung them up at 7am. not quite dry. so...for another day now. maybe a visiting Alz B day.
and it's done. , all the disbudding. all the uhhhh possibilities that go along with disbudding.
Lucky Star's doelings, Starling and Celia. Yes. i have named them, a little. they are standing in the Guinnea Hen Palace, staring out at their mother who is acting like she never saw them before in her life. so, again, a dab of Vicks to her nose, to their foreheads inbetween where the stinky burnt hair and skin is. now...everyone smells the same. Vicks. and so ok.
this is what it looks like close up. their heads are shaved.
she tried hiding under the picnic table. but that didn't work. so she gave in and resumed her responsibility.
i took a Long Nap after we got home from the Vet and after all the Water Tubs were filled and after the little ones were recovering all slitty eyed in the straw and their mothers chewing good cud. i took a nap with the oscillating fan
mooooooooving
this way, that, the sound of it. and i woke, after about an hour, and it was one of those glorious moments when i don't have a single clue of where i am, who i am, what i am. for a single crystal moment
so much in these past few days to ....feel. to ......know. so so Much.
