A change of plans

My guys left yesterday for a long weekend in Nebraska, and I was supposed to drive over to the coast this evening for a women's retreat. But this morning Bonny was lame – very lame – in her right rear.

It's possible she could have been lame last night; by the time I got home to do chores after taking Rick and Brian to the airport, running errands, and taking a class (more on that later), it was late and dark. She could have been hobbling when the sheep ran into the fold from the wooded lot without me noticing it. But this morning I kept the sheep in to fill up on hay before letting them have a few hours on grass before I left, and took the opportunity to put a bigger coat on Bing and trim feet on the rest of the sheep (I had already done the three I rooed, plus Browning).

Bing is black as black can be, and produced a stunning, crimpy fleece

I noticed Bonny limping, so I caught her and ran my hands down her hip and leg without feeling anything amiss. She was otherwise bright and alert and not grinding her teeth, so I figured she had been bashed (probably by Bart) and would be fine. A couple hours later I turned the sheep into the pasture, and although she was still hobbling, she started gobbling grass with the rest. But as the afternoon wore on, I noticed her laying down more, and hobbling worse when she did move. I cancelled my weekend plans and went about dragging the chain link panels back into the fold to set up a hospital corner.

Notice that the patient still has a good appetite 

Once I got the sheep in and Bonny separated from the rowdies, I went over her leg again from hip to hoof, but still can't find the problem. I hoping a dose of Banamine and rest will bring some improvement by morning.

My calendar unexpectedly wiped clean, I find myself in an oasis of time and quiet. I stopped and "smelled the roses" (below) before coming inside to dine on exactly what I wanted to eat. Now inspirational music is playing, the dogs are napping, rain is tap-dancing on the roof vents, and my knitting is beside me. I do believe God knew just what I needed this Sabbath!

That's it for now from . . .