It’s interesting how life shifts, changes, and turns in ways we never expect; and in ways we don’t even realize.
Growing up, we had dogs and fish.
Now, we have dogs, pigs, chickens, goats, and a cow.
One thing I’ve noticed, and I’m not saying this is a good thing, is I’ve gotten more used to animals dying. And I can see our kids, who have grown up with lots of animals, are even better at handling it than me.
Even though I am more accustomed to seeing animals lose life, I still get excited when baby animals are born and watching them change and grow.
At the end of June, we welcomed 25 piglets to our “farm,” from three of our momma pigs. (Unfortunately, one of the babies was slept on, so there are only 24 now).
About two weeks ago, we brought home around 400 day-old chicks.
Baby chicks take a lot more work and attention than piglets. Both animals need medicine and vitamins, but the chicks also need 24/7 fire for warmth, lots of food and water, and in general, more attention.
We’ve had a few of chicks die, and it’s interesting how matter-of-fact it is for our two year old. We talk about the “dead baby chickens” and count their feet, as if they were alive.
One of the messiest parts of the constant burning charcoal is cleaning up the ash, at least when you blow into the pot!
There are some things with animals that are common sense or like second-nature to Sam, while for me, it’s a huge learning process.
Not just learning about caring for animals, but also lessons on death and new life.
much love!