In the two weeks since the last post...
The Alpacas They are much more settled now. And come over when they hear the pot of food being rattled. Even if it's hen food. They'll even eat from my hand. Which can be slightly nerve-wracking as they are not good at sharing...and having a tendency to dry spit at each other, So now...when I head off into the paddock with a pot of feed I have three hens running after me, two alpacas running towards me and Gutsy the sheep (in the field opposite) shouting at me. Some kind of poorly After a week of weird symptoms (that I was putting down to the menopause) I decided I had better visit the doc. She took some bloods and told me to come back the following day for results. The next day I was told the results were abnormal and she then took some more. It seems my Liver Function Tests are deranged (I shit you not - that's a real term). And then the next day I was off to hospital for an ultrasound. Thankfully the scan of my liver, spleen, gall bladder etc was clear - no nasties showing. I was kept in overnight. Thank god for ear plugs. The next morning I was visited by two different consultants who are both embarking on the mission to work out what the heck is causing my deranged results. The favourite at the moment is acute hepatitis of some type...caused by either a dog bite, under-cooked food (I did tell them this is not likely), a poorly sheep or even that alpaca spit that caught me full in the face three weeks ago. So today I was back at the hospital for a further batch of blood tests and am waiting for a CT scan appointment. In the meantime I continue to be exhausted all the time and itch all over (for no obvious reason). The hens After months of us installing the expensive Eglu fencing the girls have finally discovered how to get under and over it. Dolly favours the fly at it technique. While Nanan and Gladys managed to find a weakness in the design. Stu has made a few minor alterations...time will tell if they keep the hens in the paddock and out of our garden again. The mother I wasn't feeling my best but we did manage to get ourselves down to the local village show this weekend. Ponies, sheep, flower-arranging and hog roast. And the trip produced one of my favourite conversations of the year so far... Local farmer: That's my house over there [points up hill] Me: Are those your Suffolks [points to sheep on hill] Local farmer looks at me in surprise... Local farmer: How do you know so much about sheep? How are you with lambing? Me: I helped neighbours this year and even pulled a couple of lambs Local farmer: I'll give you a job at lambing in February / March next year. Today's photo: fairies, tigger and pooh at the local show.
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