Monday, November 19, 2018

So Many Things to be Thankful For

The count down to the big feast has begun in our house. We all know here in the States the importance of the feast: The Count Down to Black Friday Follows.

Not even heere are our house, anyway. It's the best day of the year to stay home. I'm not a big shopper and even if I were, I don't like crowds, so I'll wait until the urge to shop hits me, naturally, willingly, and I'll probably do a lot on line, too. And you?

I've been doing more genealogy research and have found that I may have another Revolutionary War descendent, my 9th generation great grandfather and either his son or his brother who fought also--hard to tell which one since they share the same name. I find that discovery very exciting. As I do my research, I read the stories that some researchers provide detailing what the ancestors did. Many of them were involved in their local governments, helping to build communities, states, and finally our great country. So for them I am Thankful. As a descendant of John Howland and his wife Elizabeth Tilley who came on the Mayflower, I am especially in thankful of their decision to get on that little wooden ship to travel to a new, unknown world to begin their life without any of the conveniences of their time. How brave they were.

We live a blessed life here at the Garden Spot with much to be thankful for. Most of the time life just hums along, but sometimes we get caught off guard, especially with our animals when we have to call for help.  We are most thankful for 3 amazing veterinarians, especially the one who saved our dear Pop's life. Jennifer's face reveals the stress and worry that we all faced a couple of weeks ago.


The Head Gardener was gone on a deer hunting trip. Jennifer came to the house to check on Sundance since he has a stubborn sinus infection that she has been treating. Since she was here, I didn't feed the boy; instead I left her in charge and left to tutor at the university, leaving the housekeeper to work her magic on the house. Half way to town, (a twenty minute drive), Jen called frantically telling me that Pop was choking. I had a full schedule of clients at the Writing Center and couldn't not show up so I couldn't turn around and go home, so I simply told her to call the vet.

Pop is 32 years old. He has lost most of his teeth and can't chew the grass or hay that he eats. Usually he just wads it up and spits it out instead of swallowing the wad of unchewed food. We suspect that he forgot to spit the grass that he had been eating earlier and the wad got stuck in his throat. The vet worked on him here at home for over an hour by inserting a small hose up his nose and into his esophagus to pump water in to dislodge the wad, but it didn't work. 

I was working with my clients and she was dealing with this crisis alone. I am really thankful that my housekeeper was here because she stayed with Jennifer until the vet arrived. Jen also called her dad who was two hours away and he came home. By the time I was done with my 2 hours of tutoring, the decision had been made to trailer Pop to the vet clinic so that the vet could put a camera in to see what was stuck.

I met them all at the vet's and we spent the rest of the afternoon watching this team of amazing young women work to save our little guy's life. He was sedated, so he didn't feel much pain, some discomfort from the tubes being inserted through his very narrow nasal passage. The vet inserted a small claw that she used to pick away at the mass in his esophagus and finally got enough picked out tiny piece by piece to flush the rest away with water. 

She finished by giving him an IV to replenish his electrolytes. Now he is very restricted.

           

He can no longer graze or eat hay without wearing a muzzle that keeps him from getting any grass. He wears a hood to protect his eyes from the sun, and he has to be stalled at night so that he have the muzzle removed; otherwise, he would eat Sundance's hay and the grass through the fence. He's been on hay pellets for a long time, but now his pellets have to be wet down to form an easy to swallow mush.

Horses do choke and while they can still breath with the stuck food, it will kill them if they are not treated. So we are most grateful for a young woman who has now saved both of our big boys. Sundance had colic when we first moved him here and she came and saved him. 

 We drove to Denver yesterday to get the grandsons so that they could go deer hunting with the Head Gardener, but I got my time with them, too. A while back Nathan asked me if I could teach him to "yarn." He meant "crochet," so I tried, but he had a hard time.


Now look at him. He wants to be able to his own fingerless gloves that I make for him.



And here they are in the deer blind out in eastern Colorado. 


They have hopes that the decoy will attract a deer. 



Day's end here at the Garden Spot. 

Do you hear them? Often you hear them before they appear: the Canada Geese that do their fly over every evening as they head for the corn fields for supper. There will be thousands upon thousands fly over, honking back and forth to each other, carrying on goose conversations. Sometimes they fly in the traditional perfect V while others groups prefer a straight line, or maybe just a bunch of geese. We like the sound of geese flying over.


Linking with Mosaic Monday. See you there.

Thanks so much visiting.


Happy Thanksgiving




8 comments:

  1. Ann - oh my goodness, I had to speed read through the story about Pop - I was so afraid of what I might read at the end. OK, now that I am calmer, I could re-read it at a regular pace … So glad he made it through, although it sounds like a challenging time to look after him.

    You won't ever catch me at Black Friday events - like you, I just can't abide large crowds, even if the savings are HUGE.

    Your fence decoration is so lovely … and I appreciate the Sundown mosaic for Mosaic Monday this week. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

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  2. What a fright it must have been for you all.
    We dont have Thanksgiving here, but we do have Black Friday, which I am ignoring!

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  3. Hello, that is a scary story about Pop. I am glad he is ok now even though he will be restricted. I am glad you have a great vet and that someone was with your daughter. I am not a shopper either, I do not like crowds. There is nothing I need to run out and buy. Cute shots of Pop and your grandsons. I have been hearing the geese, we seem to have some year round geese. Enjoy your day and week ahead. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.

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  4. Pop is a fortunate horse to have your for his human. Hope all goes well with him. Earlier this year I found out that the geese sounds I hear now and then belong to Canada goose. There's a park by the park which is one of their resting spots. That's so cool.

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  5. You sure do give your animals great treatment. That's quite a responsibility! Love seeing your grands. I remember teaching a couple of my boys to 'yarn'! I think it is harder for boys. But my boys have sewed and do cross stitch! Happy Thanksgiving to you and your sweet family! Hugs, Diane

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  6. I'm glad your vets are such great professionals. How fun to teach your grandson how to "yarn". It does take time to learn. I love the sound of Canada Geese flying overhead, too. A lot of them overwinter here, so we don't see them flying all that frequently. Happy Thanksgiving.

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  7. Wishing all the best to Pop and
    a happy and safe Thanksgiving to you and yours!

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  8. Your vets sound wonderful, all the best to Pop.
    Hope your Thanksgiving was good.
    My good wishes.

    All the best Jan

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