Most of you know that I live and work on a small farm in rural Alabama.
And if you’ve read just a handful of posts, you’ve probably seen some photos of the silly critters that make up my menagerie.
I’ve written before about how vital animal therapy has been and continues to be to my own grief journey but today I just wanted to share some of the fun, funny and ridiculous sights that greet me nearly every day.
They keep me smiling (sometimes in spite of myself) and they keep me going (because I know they depend on me for food, shelter and safety).
Truly, I am grateful to God for the love He instilled in my heart towards every living thing. I’m grateful for a husband who indulges my crazy impulse to save, house and feed anything that wanders up our lane or is thrust upon us by others who just can’t care for a pet anymore. I’m grateful for children who have built fences, tossed hay bales and put up with their mama’s eccentricities.
So here you go, I hope these make you smile too.
These two are Paco and Bob. Paco came to us via a friend of a friend who thought that having a donkey was a great idea-until he got bigger. We brought him home in a makeshift trailer and he’s been a ray of sunshine ever since. He greets every visitor with a loud “Hee Haw” and loves, loves, loves to be petted. I’ve had the opportunity to point out the cross on his back many times to the children that have come out to our farm for science classes or tours.
I never get tired of seeing his happy face.
I’m rarely alone, usually lead or followed by someone or something. Chores are better when you’ve got company.
Here’s Sugar. She’s one of the first goats born on our place and an old friend. Just last winter I would have sworn she wouldn’t live to see another summer but she did. It took a lot of hard work, loving ministration and tender care, but here she is. Spoiled rotten. But I absolutely love watching her run out each morning to graze.
Shes a daily reminder of how our Shepherd, Jesus, binds up our wounds and cares for us.
Natural and effective lawn mowers-most days I let my horses and goats out to browse and get whatever goodness they can find. I love walking out among them.
I often think, “What a privilege to have this freedom and space!”
This is Barnabas-named after the Barnabas (son of encouragement) in the Bible because one year we had a number of goat kids rejected by their mamas and he was willing to lay next to them to keep them warm on cold nights.
He’s a good companion, always comes when I call and walks with me in high grass when I’m afraid of what might be lurking in the shadows.
Some days I encounter a non-resident who takes advantage of the goodies in the feed shed!
And then there are my inside pals. Always cozying up to me (and getting in the way!)
I tell everyone that these crazy critters keep me sane.
They make me smile. Most days, they make me laugh out loud!
For that I am very, very thankful.