On Tuesday Morning, as I headed down to the barn, the first Blue Bird of spring flew right across my path.
Bright blue as could be...
... stopping by just to say hello, and then flying away.
It was on the same morning, moments later, Nellie our cherished old goat passed. Her journey was not painful, just a slow soft slipping away. We kept her warm and comfortable those last few days, giving her a down vest to wear and an Elmer Fud Hat, which she would keep on, never trying to get it off. At night she was bundled up in fleece blankets with a final layer of an old horse blanket laid on top. She continued to share her stall with her three ewes. Four times a day she would have a drink of water, a bite to eat, and snuggle time. She loved to be cradled in my lap, resting her head close to mine, on my shoulder, looking deep into my eyes, sometimes falling asleep.
That morning she had a sip of fresh water, a small bite to eat, and in my arms, she let out a deep breath and off she flew...
She made it to the first day of spring, maybe not the one on the calendar, but the one the Blue Bird brought on it's wings.
To spring and our dear friend Nellie.
*Last time in Barn Stories: Snow Pony