We Are Currently Accepting Donations For Our Animals……

babypiglets

You know what we hear every time we get around this bunch of little piglets…..

Feed me! Feed me! *snort**snort*

We are still accepting donations for helping assist with all the new baby animals we took in over the weekend. As you saw yesterday, these little cuties are just the tip of the iceberg. We still have other babies to care for. Your donation, no matter the amount, will help so much. We are over ran with adult animals that can’t be returned to the wild just yet and babies that would not stand a chance without us. We need baby bottles, formula, feed, straw, cat food and much more.

Please take a moment today and make a donation. You don’t know how deeply it will be appreciated and how far it will go in helping these critters.

Thank you so much!

Lady A

May The Goddess’ Blessings Rain Down On You Today, dear Farmily & Friends!

I will try my best not to be too long winded this morning. HA! I just wanted to announce to the world that my son and his wife had their third child. It is a boy. He weighed 8 lbs. and 2 oz. and was 21 inches long. He has a thick head of brown hair and he is so adorable. I am going to run and squeeze him some more in just a little bit. Mommy had to have a C-section so they are going to be in the hospital a few more days. There was nothing wrong Mom had already had two children by C-section and the Doctor said it was just customary to do the rest by C-section too.  I had been after my son for weeks now what they were going to name the baby. He wouldn’t tell me for nothing. Finally Thursday night  he told me the baby’s first name and I asked him about the second. He would say anything. I got after him and told him he would tell me because they were going to name the kid after her daddy. Which by the way, my son would never have lived that down. These people don’t like me because I am a Witch. Back to the story, he told me yesterday what the baby’s middle name was. And I like to have went through the roof with joy, the baby’s middle name is the name of my hubby’s father. I was tickled to death and my husband was crying. It was great!

So if I cut things short today, hopefully not as short as yesterday. Yesterday the winds were up and the power lines were swinging. Which meant power and cable comin’ and a’goin’! I finally shut down the computer because I didn’t want to burn it up. We have surge protectors but I feel much safer turning them off than being sorry later.

Well I am going to be good to my word today. Short, well so of short, but short for me, lol! Ya’ll have a very happy Sunday and a very Blessed week ahead……..

Luv & Hugs,
Lady A

 

 

P. S.

I should mention, I am not that old. I just had children young. The reason being is because when they left home, I would still be young enough to enough life. My plan worked for a change! And my son’s wife heard me say that and she thought that was a marvelous idea. So that is what they are doing! Who knows we might start a trend here, lol!

 

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These Are So CUTE, I Just Had Too….Special Pet of the Day for May 22

 

 

Name: Caesar, Cleopatra
Age: Seventeen, Fifteen months old
Gender: Male, Female
Kind: Lionhead Rabbit mix
Home: Germany
Hello everybody, may I present you my two little rabbits called Caesar and Cleopatra? In reality, they belong to my mother and me. Cleopatra is the grey one and a female. She’s about fifteen months. The black one’s name is Caesar. He’s about seventeen months and a male. Why do they have such names you ask? My mother and I thought about the names of famous lovers and so that’s how their names were given.

We bought the rabbits last year in March, as Easter-bunnies. They live in a big hutch. It’s like a real house, with two floors. The hutch is about 1.8 meters long and about 1 meter high. They’ve also a big outdoor cage, where they can run, jump, play or dig. It in there is a basket, a nylon-tunnel and some toys.

Caesar is very anxious, reserved and timid. He’s also the calmer one. Cleopatra is very fast, high spirited and a little bit aggressive. If she’s angry, she grumbles very loudly. I didn’t know that rabbits could “speak” so noisily.

Last summer there was a big surprise. After coming home from a weekend-trip I looked into the cage of the pets, and what did I see? There were four baby rabbits, naked, blind and without any coat. They looked more like little dogs than like rabbits. What an excitement! In the following days I spent most of the time to watch the babies. They were incredibly cute. After four weeks they also ran into the cage and had a lot of fun among themselves. They were always hungry, so I was busy to bring them their food. When they were seven weeks, we looked for friendly and nice people and gave the babies away. That was a very sad moment, but we knew it was the right thing to do.

A few weeks later, my mother brought Caesar to the doctor. “It was only a little cut”, she said later, “but we don’t need anymore babies. Don’t worry, Caesar is still fine”, she said. And that was the truth!

I think Caesar and Cleopatra don’t remember the babies or miss them, they are still happy and always hungry. They are so sweet, aren’t they? I love them a lot.

Chicken Soup for the Soul: Forever Changed

Chicken Soup for the Soul: Forever Changed

Chicken Soup for the Soul: New Moms

BY: Michelle Sedas

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.
~Rajneesh
 

On March 9, 2004, the day my first child was born, I became forever changed. As I held my newborn baby, I recalled a moment, nearly two years before, when I was hospitalized for a second time in my life for depression. As I stood waiting to be discharged, I vowed to get better, to never return physically or mentally to that place. It was on this day that I made a promise to myself to do whatever it took to overcome this debilitating illness so that I could one day be a depression-free new mom.

As I built my new life, I went to counseling, twice a week at first, and less frequently over time. I worked on my counseling exercises at home. I read uplifting books, exercised, ate well, and began to interact again socially with others. I started a new, part-time, low-stress job where I felt I was making a difference. Months later, to my delight, I became pregnant. And for nine months, in preparation for first-time motherhood, I continued to improve upon my mental state of mind.

Then the day came when my baby, Diego, was born. It was like a scene in a movie. The doctor set him upon my chest, and I looked in awe at this tiny creature who moments before had been nicely snuggled within my warm womb. I soaked up his essence, the tiny fingers and toes, the soft, damp skin, and something inside of me clicked. My old self faded away, and a new person emerged: “Michelle the Mother.” At that moment, I knew in my heart that those turbulent, depressed years were in the past. I was now a mother, responsible for taking care of a helpless, innocent baby, and I wholeheartedly accepted this job. My focus was now on providing the most wonderful environment I could for this precious one that God had entrusted into my care. I knew then that I would love this baby with all of my heart and soul, and that I would continue to keep my mind healthy so I could be the best mother possible for him.

As the days passed, I sang him made-up songs. Cheerfully, I woke up in the middle of the night to feed him. I gently rocked him when he cried (which was often!). I had fallen completely in love with my angel. Many of my family and friends saw the change within me. My mom said my face looked different. I “glowed.” “Michelle the Mother” was a title that suited me well. But as much as motherhood had changed me, and as happy as I felt, I knew that I was predisposed to postpartum depression. I vigilantly kept a check on my state of mind, doing whatever I could to stay healthy, allowing me to remain a depression-free new mom.

Becoming a new mother has proven to be the most positive, life-altering experience of my existence. While there are times when those clouds of depression still threaten to overwhelm me, my love for my children propels me forward. My two angels have rekindled my inner light and left me forever changed.