The Unexpected

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”

Mohandas Gandhi

Also known as Mahatma Gandhi
My heart ached last night as I laid in bed thinking about Frannie. I tried rationalizing with myself that she is just a chicken; this is what happens to chickens; there will be more chickens. No matter what I tell myself or try to convince my children of, there is only one Frannie. She is worth grieving for, just like you or I.
The problem with letting myself grieve losses is that then I don’t want to do it again. I want to shield myself from anymore loss. It got me thinking about the loss of our goats in River Falls and the enormous amount of pain that held. “What the hell am I doing? Why do I have animals? Do I really want to keep going through this? “. The answer is yes. I will not shut myself off from all of the happiness and love that comes with a guarantee of grief.
This morning I woke up, and put my shoes on and went and called for Frannie. I couldn’t see out in the distant field very well because of the thick fog.  I walked the perimeter and decided that she had truly become dinner. I again had a stern talk with myself about the life cycle, which includes dying at some point in time, and this was Frannie’s time. I went back in the house, warmed up my toes and tried thinking about other things.
At about 11:00 am I decided to go out for one more look. I knew there was a slight possibility that she had hunkered down out in the field because of either running after a potential threat, or being chased by who knows what. Chris said that last night she looked like she was on guard patrol in the yard. She was taking her job very seriously.
As I rounded the corner of the barn, what I saw could have been out of an ending to a sappy kids movie. There was Frannie in the distance, “walking heroically out of the fog”, with her crazy Polish hair, wet and flopping to either side of her head. She looked exasperated and let me pick her up without any resistance. What relief… I love that feeling when something turns out better than you would have imagined.
*( Caroline had asked if Frannie “walked heroically out of the fog” and I deemed that she did looked heroic and there was fog.)

Frannie warms up under the heat lamp
Right before I had gone out to check on Frannie for the second time, my phone whistled at me. It was a text from Farmer Sara. Our second baby, little Areida, was born last night. It gives me the goose bumps writing about it. We will be picking up the “kids” Saturday morning, February 4th, at 11:30. We will stop at our property on the way home and pick up the electric fence materials. The cabin and the milk can be warmed with the wood stove, and they can receive their first feeding there, from the girls. Caroline was so happy to see that she was exactly the colors that she had hoped for; tan and black. Those traditional Alpine colors…
So, here are the soon to be sisters side by side:
 Amazing Areida
Lovely Luna
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4 Comments on “The Unexpected

  1. Oh, joy. This is not your first coming home miracle. Remember that disbelief when Kitty showed up. The amazing Areida is beautiful. Congratulations Caroline. Life will not be the same after Saturday. Good Luck! Love you.

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  2. THE LITTLE GOATIES LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL, THEY ARE PERFECT. WHAT A FUN TRIP YOU WILL HAVE ON SATURDAY, ENJOY. REMEMBER SOME BABY GOAT DIAPER MATERIALS, COULD BE HELPFUL.

    I AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR FRANNIE GOT HOME, GREAT NEWS!

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