Well, it finally caught up with me. The cold that has been going around, that is. I have had several days of coughing, lounging in bed, sucking down nasty cough syrup, too miserable to read, drinking lots of herbal tea.
Today I started to feel a bit better. Patrick went out to the barn to move a couple of animals around for me and hopped down a one foot step. He landed on his foot the wrong way and we spent the evening in the ER. Broken ankle. Just a small fracture, but needs to be in a cast and will be out of commission for a few weeks. Four to six weeks.
Yikes! What will I do without my right hand man? I have a feeling that his time of weakness will give a couple of other kids the opportunity to shine. Poor guy.
Just so you know we haven't dropped off the face of the earth here on the farm. Illness and accidents are keeping us moving a little slower than I like, but not for long.
Right now I am strategizing in my head for the up and coming lambing season. We should see the first little lambs in the next week or so. I must get stalls ready for mamas.