My stomach churned nervously this morning as I prepared to take Blueberry’s temperature. She seemed pretty chipper, but the previous evening’s reading had been somewhat high, so I was battling fearful what-if thoughts.
Beep, beep. The thermometer stopped at 102.7! (A goat’s normal temperature generally ranges from 102-103. Blueberry had been at or over 106.5 for three consecutive days earlier in the week.) My eyes spilled over with tears of relief and gratitude.
After this evening’s chores, I sat down in her stall to cuddle with little Jubilee. For the first time since she’s been sick—which seems like forever—Blueberry came up to give kisses and chew on my shoelace. “Blueberry’s back!” I said.
In case you’re tired of goats and goat photos, I’m including these pictures of Sugar’s neighbors—two gorgeous Quarter Horse mares and their colts.
“It is through the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is Thy faithfulness.” –LAMENTATIONS 3:22-23 (KJ21)