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Labor Brings Happiness

One knee is cut and bruised.  The other knee hurts and seems to be twisted.  My hips and back hurt so much that I can’t sit or lay down comfortably.

I wasn’t in an accident.  I didn’t suffer a trauma.  I welcome this pain because it was hard earned.

Today some boots that I purchased for Sheriff arrived in the mail.  I bought them so that I don’t have to worry about injuring his feet as he walks on hot pavement this summer.  They will also be helpful in other situations as well.  In order to get Sheriff desensitized to his boots, I put them on him and then we immediately went for a walk.  Because I didn’t give him a chance to worry about what was on his feet and I kept the experience really positive…he is now completely unconcerned with the boots.  He even took a nap after we returned from the walk with the boots still on!

Sheriff Wearing Boots

After the walk, I turned my attention to caring for two ducklings that I am raising.  They are a week old and are Mallard/Swedish Black Duck hybrids.  I named them Daffy and Darkwing after two cartoon ducks that were likely based upon the Swedish Black Duck.  Because a bulldozer that was digging a trench in the yard smashed all the duck pens my dad and I built years ago, they are currently being housed in a large birdcage.  However, we were able to find a pen with the least amount of damage so today we worked on repairing it.  It was overgrown with poison ivy vines, thorn bushes, and a host of other plants.  It was filled with dead leaves and sticks.  There was a termite mound sitting on part of the wood frame.  I had to use hedge trimmers to cut all the vines from the wire fence then I had to scoop all the leaves and sticks from the pen.  The bulldozer detached one side of the fence from the frame and almost removed a few of the wooden posts that are part of the frame.  I stabilized the posts then set about to cleaning the bird cage.  My dad worked on the fence because he didn’t want me to cut my hands on the wires.  While the ducklings were swimming in a makeshift pool, one of them decided to jump out and run off.  In an effort to stop it from disappearing into the woods, I took a dive on the concrete to catch it. more…