Last night was a crazy night. It all started around dusk. I was looking out of my bedroom window down to the creek we have running in our back yard. There they were – a mama duck and 11 ducklings that were each about the size of a golf ball swimming closely behind, peeping away. Craig was feeling quite uncomfortable after dinner so I was relaying the information to him as he lay in bed. Suddenly, the two farm ducks that ‘rule the roost’ around these parts came waddling across the yard as quickly as they could. One jumped in the water and began violently trying to mate with the mama duck. He balanced himself on top of her while she tried to keep her head above water. With the weight of him, the current carried them quickly back down the creek and they were gone from my eyesight. The babies were frantic, peeping as loud as they could, not knowing where to go or what to do. I kept waiting for the female to swim back upstream and claim her young but after 5 minutes or so I grabbed my coat and hat and marched outside toward the neighbor’s back yard.
The farm duck had the female on the bank, still trying to mate with her. A few ducklings found their way back to her and were trying to squeeze close to her body but the male kept stepping all over them as continued to try and mate with her. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him. I became so angry that I chased the farm duck all the way up the embankment and to the road. I waited for them to cross over and into the pond on the other side. When I started walking back towards the female and her young, they were all there huddled against her while she, clearly exhausted, just sat and watched me pass on by. I was relieved that all were back together safe and sound – and at the same time very disturbed by how violent animals can get when they mate.
When I came back to the house it was nearly pitch black outside. It was time to let both dogs out. When I opened the back door that leads into their large, gated-off ‘do your business here’ pen, Emmie noticed a white tail and began chasing it until it squeezed past the fence bars and out of reach. If she’d caught it, Emmie would have killed it before she knew what she was doing. I’ve never seen a more immediate instinct on a dog.
As she and Brulee started sniffing around I noticed some movement along the dead ornamental grass that lines the foundation of our house. I looked really hard and couldn’t believe what I saw: at least 10 baby bunnies trying to clamor their way back into a hole underneath the grass. They were so small, 4 of them could have sat in one hand.
Suddenly I panicked and looked over at both dogs but they were completely oblivious to the bunnies, did their business and trotted back into the house. I ran inside to get my camera so I could capture my Gratitude Photo for the week:
Can you make out the three faces looking right at me? I’ve walked by that nest countless times. Brulee loves to pee in the dead grass and I’m sure has walked right over the nest countless times, yet neither dog ever picked up that it was there.
On to other news…
Craig had another attack last night – approximately 6 hours after he ate dinner. There is nothing worse than begin woken up in the middle of the night to someone in severe pain. I asked him if he wanted to go back to the ER. He was so distressed and holding his side, I couldn’t really get an answer from him. If he pushed really hard on the spot that hurt, it took his pain level down significantly. I watched as he did this for a while and as the pain subsided he and I both noticed a ridge or lump under the skin where the pain was. Immediately we both thought ‘hernia’. We were up the rest of the night, ready to go the hospital if he grew any worse. It didn’t however, so we waited until this morning to call the doctor. With an appointment at noon we went in and sure enough, the bulge was gone. ‘It could be a hernia,’ said the doctor, ‘or, it could be your bowel.’ Sigh.
The colonoscopy has been canceled but an ultrasound has been scheduled for next Tuesday, along with other tests. Then he will be referred to a doctor that specializes in hernias. Until then, we wait.
I am reminded through all of this how Craig must have felt after my hysterectomy last year – completely helpless. It’s so hard to watch him in be in pain. We’ve not ruled out another trip back to the ER between now and thenTuesday if the pain worsens, but honestly it’s the waiting that has both of us so incredibly anxious. My anxiety has been giving me away lately – when I get to a certain level, I get hives. Sure enough I awoke with hives around my mouth this morning and my lips were twice their normal size. We make a pair, Craig and I. One day we’ll surely look back on this last year in amazement that we got through it all.
I saw this on someone’s Facebook page earlier:
…a very appropriate visual for me to come across today. No one falls apart on my watch – especially me.
Have a good weekend,