So the last few days I’ve fit in working dogs and horses regularly, seperate from the farm chores. This afternoon was no exception and Cajun and I had a lovely session, repeating the connected feeling I had with Jayde yesterday. Then I came in and the flu all but knocked me off my feet. Allen was really sick two days ago and I started feeling it earlier today but it really came on quickly this afternoon.
Allen just nicely got over the hump with the flu yesterday and then slipped on ice, jarred his shoulder and damaged it.
Just as animals pay no heed to holidays and vacations they also pay no heed to the fact that you don’t feel up to, or capable, of feeding them. The downfall of ranch work when there is only one person most of the time and two occasionally - you can’t phone in sick.
That’s alright though and there is no need to complain because when I do get back inside, I can lay on the couch without guilt and replay the moments of effortless and connected work with the stock dogs. I can plan for the same with Gibson and BJ. I can quiet my mind and take direction from my soul.
And I can still get to the computer, type a few words, find a photo to share and use the moment to say thanks for reading. It’s great connecting with you. I'm off to bed.
|Gibbs and BJ|
Does this photo remind you of anyone?
|Cajun and Gibbs last fall|