Dexter went off to his new home last night - I have a good feeling about it. There is always a lot of angst (should have been my middle name - "Aunt Angst") when one is handing off a living, breathing charge into some stranger's hands. But the guy was cooing over him, so I take that as a good sign. We had to load the 'little' guy into the fellow's van (hoo-ha, glad I wasn't driving over the mountain with that cargo) and he thought he would just pick him up. I suggested he not do that, but, apparently having to be all manly about it, he dove right in. I stood back and waited. Moments later, we both lifted Dex into the back. I thought he was walking a bit gingerly afterwards. When I offered to go get the 35# remaining pounds of milk replacer, he didn't argue. Dex made it safely to his new home, which has an actual barn and many grass-filled paddocks. He will be a happy camper. Apria, who has been guarding the sheep against the Alien for weeks, was also a happy camper.
In other LLF news, I finally succumbed to Lyme's - I knew it was just a matter of time. I check myself diligently but, being one person and not double-jointed, I am bound to miss spots. And ticks. After ignoring the signs for a couple of weeks, the bulls eye appeared and I reluctantly dragged myself into the doctor's office. Pfft. Scrappy and I now have yet another thing in common.
I am reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's autobiography, "Pioneer Girl". It was worth the months-long wait, let me tell you. What an amazing piece of research this book is. Trouble with that is, I cannot put it down once I start. And we are talking hefty tome here. As much as I loved (and still love) the children's series of Little House on the Prairie books, this is downright fascinating. Since the annotations are copious and I have limited focus, I am going to have to read it twice - once, straight through without reading the annotations, and twice to read it with the annotations. Have I mentioned it was fascinating?
In amongst the doctor appointment, work, calf wrangling and other chores, I have been planting here and there. I got the basil in, along with replanting the coldframe with radishes, hoping that whatever evil rodent ate my spinach will choke on the spicy radishes. One must always hope. I also put in two echinaceas. I have not yet put in my onions, chard and beets. Those are slated for Sunday. I am going to take advantage of my 'helper' and will rebuild the frame around the herb bed and get that in place. I am way behind getting my herbs in. Then there is potting up some hops vines, moving my volunteer sunflowers and getting the electronet up and running. So far, knock on wood, the Nuggets have settled nicely into the hoop house. With the plastic film on the front, it is surprisingly warm and snug. I vented it in the front, as the Nuggets give off an alarming amount of heat - must be all that waddling and eating. I am going to call the processor this week and make an appointment to take them in the early part of July. I was hoping to go earlier, but work keeps raising its ugly head and interfering with the better part of my life. Nerts.
I will only have a half-weekend again, as my neighbor's granddaughter is getting married at his place and I must go. But Sunday is supposed to be a milder, sunnier day - just perfect for garden-working, poop shoveling and general mischief. Maybe I'll even have pictures!