It is that time of year...yesterday...kidding season began. (I think it has to do with the moon change...a full one at that as well as the cold weather.) The first baby goat or "doat" as Izzy calls them. Izzy, her mama, and Uncle LaLa were all still here as well as the "Lance's" (My brother Shane and family--including one Anderson...we were missing the other). Anyway my brother and family had headed off to Punkin Center to spend Christmas with Jo's family...Punkin Center is just up the way up Highway 71 as you are heading to Limon...But just a...well can't say town...a spot in the road...but wonder how Punkin Center got its name?
But back to my story...it had been a fun morning hanging out. Even though Lance was sick...and Izzy wasn't feeling too good but not bad enough for her to not be doing. As we were playing...she wanted to help me cook. And asks, "Ahma do you have one of those things that hang down that I can cook in." I ask if she means an apron and she says yes. So I try to see if she wants a black or white apron(compliments of Aunt Aum and Uncle Andy's wedding). She says I would like blue but will take white if that is all you have. She helps me cook! First of all helping grate cheese for the taco salad...she loves to help! And is getting so big...gets her own chair so she can climb up and help...
She was also very helpful in presentation of the olives...
I had said she wasn't feeling very good...earlier she had snuggled up with her mom...I loved how the light was shining on this picture...and also caught Izzy's Christmas volleyball. She loves to "pass" the volleyball. Might have some of her mom's talents...
We began talking on our pretend phones and so she was playing on the stairs...she does like to spend time sitting down on the stairs...but she had came to visit and then tells me she thinks she will just sit out there...our pretend outside...I tell her it might be cold...so this is how I find her when I come back to answer my "door"...
She says in her most pitiful voice...sounding a little like her Uncle..."I sick". However, that soon changed when word hit that she was having baby goats. Yes they are Izzy's goats. They may stay at Oppy's...but her daddy was the one who wanted goats! And so he got him and his "Peanut" goats. How I wish he were here to "enjoy" them...if one can really "enjoy" goats. Although they are pretty cute as little ones.
So we catch sight on the lam cam...well I guess for now it is the kid cam...and there is Uncle LaLa with a baby...so of course we have to go! She has been wearing her sweats all day and so when it comes time to put on shoes...she asks her mom can I wear my boots? Turns out her mom has a rule of no sweats and cowboy boots...However, I think this is more in thought of going out for lunch and not out to the barn...
So off we all head for the barn. Izzy saying she needs to hold Oppy's hand. She knows who the shepherd is.
However, when we get to the barn...she gets a closer look with Uncle LaLa...she is very good around animals usually...very calm...and so very inquisitive...
She then asks her Uncle Lance why it still got blood on it. This is when the uncle who has an animal science degree comes in handy and begins to explain...no he didn't go very in depth but gives her an explanation and then says they came out just like her...to which she seems content with the answer...we take for granted the things that "farm" kids learn in just everyday living...
Because we needed to let this mama try to have some more...Izzy and I head for the mailbox before retuning to the house...getting so much taller...but we did after skipping...make a stop so Ahma could get a picture in the rocking chair...even if we have our boots on with our sweats...this Ahma loves one little Firecracker and just the joy she brings to our life!
And so once we come in the house...we continue watching on the lam cam to see if this one was having another baby. So Izzy is in my bedroom and someone asks her if she is having another baby goat to which she replies no she doesn't have another one she's still eating the other one...and so the season begins...
Well IzzyBell...Oppy stayed busy during the Bronco game today...two more mama's had babies...and here is your first baby...one day old--glad her mama didn't eat it! As well as the others...2013 here we come...
Miracles around us everyday...let us be thankful...God bless you and keep you!
Merry Christmas...from my kitchen table...today seems to be the day to say...I am thinking I have much to do...but yet the kitchen table time seemed to be priority. And I realize "MARTHA, MARTHA, MARTHA"...I tell myself that it is important to give thanks to stop and listen...this is why we as CHRISTians celebrate CHRISTmas...
This morning LIGHT seemed to be such a theme...and the word prism...I do not use the word prism in day to day conversation...I feel it has to do with light but to be able to define it to you not sure how...I see light and color and I think of in my reading this morning and then my writing...Jesus was in the world but not OF the world. That is what He asks of me...Yet I get overtaken by the "world"...No prism of light...what does that mean? Not positive on prism description. I see it as what is given off of light...will have to look up...
YES Penny you should look up as I look back on it! I had Luke 2:11 on my Kasey Jo calendar...I know I know it is Charles Stanley on the front...but it was Kasey Jo's love that got it to my kitchen table...and I look back at my journal..."And again in looking at Luke 2:11 I look above [I SEEM TO BE ON THAT TRACK TODAY OF REMINDING MYSELF...LOOK ABOVE...ANYWAY I WRITE] "To give light to those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death. To guide our feet into the way of peace."
I have been called to this verse on more than one occasion...and I realize how God has been that Light to me and those I know in the darkness and shadow of death...and how we should be that light a reflection...maybe even a PRISM...a prism coming from a three sided Dimension...3 sides...Trinity...Father...Son...and Holy Spirit...
I read of light and as I was writing...the sun came through my kitchen window and out of the corner of my eye the light was reflecting on my hair that hung in my face...and I write...And out of my peripheral vision the sun shines on my somewhat golden hair what I see out of the corner of my eye is golden and glistens in the sun. I think of prism here? The Lord shineth His Light in the darkness...perhaps not always darkness as in no sun...He Lives! A King is born.
I look back at this and my writing is somewhat hard to read...and in sun...can one tell is that a "u" or an "O" as in SON...as in that darkness...and I read on in my writing...after reading Luke 2:1-20:
Christ Born of Mary
2 And it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. 2 This census first took place while Quirinius was governing Syria. 3 So all went to be registered, everyone to his own city.
4 Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, 5 to be registered with Mary, his betrothed wife,who was with child. 6 So it was, that while they were there, the days were completed for her to be delivered. 7 And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
Glory in the Highest
8 Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9 And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid. 10 Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. 11 For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. 12 And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.”
13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying:
14 “Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!”
15 So it was, when the angels had gone away from them into heaven, that the shepherds said to one another, “Let us now go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has come to pass, which the Lord has made known to us.” 16 And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger. 17 Now when they had seen Him, they made widely known the saying which was told them concerning this Child. 18 And all those who heard it marveled at those things which were told them by the shepherds. 19 But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 Then the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them.
And I look at 2:19 "But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart." Can you imagine her ponderings. I think of Joseph...who doesn't really get the props he should. Hard one to BELIEVE [Another word...another story] of yes I will marry you though not my child. I think of the shepherds--no breaking news and television or internet. An angel...what would I do upon seeing an angel while watching my sheep...I can only imagine...
And I just continue on from my morning writing...perhaps a glimpse of how random yet maybe a prism....of thoughts....all colors coming...each separate...but seeming of one thought...I seem to get distracted and so I write of heading off in the other room because I thought I heard my phone...
Oh satan you try to deter me...I read Jesus Calling and chills come over me...I am called in the other room to see the Nativity and tree in reflection actually seen the tree first but then if closer...it is Jesus...and the mirror says...
"God will be with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9
"Love welcomes us home and keeps us close. That reminds me of Josh."
Yes that is how I write at times...no the mirror did not speak out loud...it has writing on it...the picture that depending on the view we take we get taken in by the tree and the gifts and forget the true meaning...the things eternal...Peace, Love and Joy...these are the things...
While other thoughts are more clear...I write of Josh...my nephew, (Bethany, my brother Shane's daughter's, new husband...new as in just married near Thanksgiving and left the following day) Josh, who is in Afghanistan...away from us all this Christmas and I think of him daily and pray for him as he is away from us and that the Lord would keep him and watch over him...to give him Light in the darkness around him...we miss you Josh--know our love is with you as God's is too.
...and I get distracted...and think of the Hallelujah song...and the words come to me..."Well I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord...But you don't really care for music do you." And I think of those that don't have music...what a gift it is...but what got me and you wonder how this goes from that to this...Oh I know many of you have gave up wondering at all...I always say 3 steps you can get anywhere...This one was easier...I had thought of the Nativity...Hallelujah...thought of the song and the tribute to those precious little babies and others we lost and I share the singing of it on the show the Voice...and pause and pray for those families that their Christmas is not of Joy...
And as I looked for this on YouTube...there was an ad I guess it was for a song "Lover of the Light" by Mumford and Sons...and I began to watch and listen to this video...was it coincidence? This song makes me stop and I look at some of the pictures in this...how do I look upon it?
I am reminded of my reading in God Calling..."The World's Song" "Bless us, O Lord, we beseech Thee and show us the way in which Thou wouldst have us walk. Walk with Me in the way of Peace. Shed Peace, not discord, wherever you go. But it must be My Peace. Never a Peace that is a truce with the power of evil. Never harmony if that means your life-music being adapted to the mood and music of the world."
MY LIFE MUSIC...LIGHT...and I look at this video and see the light that shines...I see the deeper meaning...I see the prism and realize that it is often that which draws me to a sunrise...a sunset...that I would be that reflection to others...a reflection of God's Love...and turns out that this has taken a different turn than my original--Merry Christmas. But it is of sorts...of preparation...that llittle remember to be Mary's and not Martha's! Let our life-music sing Hallelujah to the Lord...and leave out the verses that are not of our Faith...Be in but not OF...
There is a song by Casting Crowns that seems to come to me as I think of Christmas and what our country and our world is going through...let us see the Light and not be sleeping (While you were sleeping).
And so I leave you with a...
And now today is yesterday...God Bless you and Keep you...May you appreciate all your blessings this Christmas!!! Perhaps I should go to bed...Sweet dreams...
Yes a blogging day...I had thought of combining this with the other as they are similar yet different...but the Mama one had to be used today...December 18th...for the those that don't know...I lost my Mom December 18, 2001. So this time of year...I think of her in a different way...of losing her...I write in my journal this morning at my kitchen table...The 18th the day my mom died...Do I miss her? I do...I have gotten used to her not being here but when I think of her I miss her. I feel her in this kitchen chair...your mom the one who listens to you and cares what you have to say. Will tell you what she thinks even though you are not sure you want to hear it...
Today a funeral for another Mom...Jeannie my heart goes out to you and your family as we say goodbye to Mildred Anderson...
I think of mother's and daughter's...what a relationship...I am so blessed with the one I have...and only wish I would have been a daughter to my mom like my daughter is to me...but you know...I am at peace in how my mom and I ended up...I always knew she loved me and hope she always knew I loved her. I was blessed to have her as my mom...
Out of love for her mom...my mom always thought it was important to decorate her mom's grave and so I have tried to keep up that and so I had got things to take the cemetery and I knew I was going to Sunday...but I seemed to tarry until it was getting later...and as I drove west I seen the sun starting to set and I thought perhaps that was why.
I got to the cemetery and went to my Mom and Dad's grave first...taking a wreath and some poinsettias with one of the Love's that I had also put on Jay's. Jimmie and Peggy...but I think Jim and Peg...Mom and Dad...Granny and Hoopee. LANCE Jimmie E. 1937 - 1989 and Peggy J. 1937 - 2001. How many years have passed.
I hop in the truck and head to Grandma Bessie's grave...Bessie A. Scales...to become Bessie A. Adams. So many memories...Perhaps that is partially why I come...a certain time that I take and think just of them...I put on the little tree that has a Grandma Bessie ornament on top. It is blingy and gold...just had her name all over it...
And as I finish...I look to the west and realize why I came at this time of day...somehow such a peaceful feeling here in the cemetery...and I feel a need to go and visit Linda Lyon's grave.
Linda...a woman we lost this year in a battle to cancer...a fellow mom...her daughter Amber was one of my girls. She was a grade behind Heather in school...but they played sports and band together..and just attended a small school together...and I have felt a connection with Amber and her sister Amanda. Both very special girls...but as I head towards to the grave I see there are people over where I am sure where Linda's grave is...and am thinking maybe I can't go over there as I trampsing around in my stocking cap to cover my crazy hair...when I see a man, woman, and two little ones...and I know right away...that is Amber and her husband and two precious little boys...now I know why I came at the time I came...getting a hug from another woman saying I miss you Mom...and so I get a hug and as I start to leave...I stop and take a picture of the moon that quickly hides behind the clouds and so I turn and there is Amber by herself sitting by the beautiful tree she brought her mama.
And I take a picture...as it touched me so...and then I seemed to have a poem come to me...that inspired by Amber...Though I change the picture and so it is hard to make out the daughter at the grave...but it is to sybolize all mothers and daughters...
For Mothers and Daughters...Love you Mom...Love you Amber and Amanda...Love to you Jeannie...Love to my Heather and Izzy...Thank you Lord for all these blessing that I have and that with our faith...we will see each other again someday!!
My first verse for the day to read at my kitchen table..."For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son...that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16...if that doesn't give you comfort...
And so I spend another sick day home...looking at pictures...listening to talk of those families that have suffered such loss. I think of those that have passed on...and so I reflect on pictures and know that some think that I perhaps think on this too much...what is the "appropriate" way in which one should grieve...in which one should honor those that are no longer here day to day...
I think of last Friday as we were heading to Windsor to my son Lance's to attend one of my other "kids", Tyler, who was graduating from college...to which we are so proud of him. Tyler was a friend of Jay and Heather's...and just became one of our family. But my mission was to take a Christmas tree to the cemetery on Friday morning. I had first found a little Charlie Brown tree and then there it was later...a little live tree...about Izzy's height...beautiful. I remember when the guy tried to give me the one next to it. Was it that different? To me...this was the one that I wanted to take and place on my "favorite son-in-law's" grave...this one picked me!
We loaded up in our different vehicles and one little Isabel was not sure about going to "simmitary" as she needed her some "Donald's". But as in the way one little Izzy usually does...she soon gets involved and moves on. At first she looked the tree over and there was one little Frosty snowman...one that I was not sure if it really went to the tree but it had also "picked me"...so maybe it was for one little IzzyBell. So I had placed it on the tree and she began pressing his hand. A soft little white furry snowman trimmed in blue that played "Let it snow". I asked her if she would like it...as anyone knows her daddy would for sure think it needed more with her than sitting on a tree. That snowman had seemed to pick me though I wasn't certain the purpose until it brought smiles seeing one little girl loving it...as though a gift from her daddy.
I put in some pictures captured and later wonder WHY do I feel this need to capture these moments? But it seems something that I want to share with Izzy one day...maybe to share with those that watch from afar and send up prayers...and maybe it is somehow I think a way in which I can honor her daddy and his memory. To let her know that her daddy's life was important...he was someone special. That we are thankful that we had him in our lives! And maybe in some way feel his love...
These pictures show Izzy and her snowman...Izzy checking out the birds...holding two of the "red and blue" suckers that also seemed to be hers. As we looked at the different decorations...I don't know if you can see that there is a little red, white and blue squeaker toy for Otis. Izzy and I had already got Otis some toys but our conversation of this particular toy made us all bust out laughing...yes definitely a part of her daddy! I had told her that after Christmas she could give the toy to Otis. To which she tells us that we will probably miss Santa because we will have to come and get Otis his toy! But I love that she was willing to give up for herself to give to her dog...
She then went to asking what each things was. I told her that there was a blue Jay bird on there. To which in her onery way begins asking if each thing on there is a blue Jay bird. Just like her Daddy she can bring a smile or outright laugh to those around her...especially to her mama! Often through her love of teasing.
Different ornaments that try to represent just some of the things that make me think of Jay..."World's Greatest DAD" (family)...Police ornaments (his job)...God's Greatest Gift...(his faith). And as we get ready to leave and as I get ready to close...I do a closeup of an ornament near the Blue Jay Bird...When I miss you the most...I look deep in my heart and find you there...
And as I watch one little "Peanut" dance up the hill...I think that just might be true...she really didn't need to look for the Blue Jay Bird...he was right there in her heart. (Now if we can convince her to wait on Santa before she goes and gets Otis' squeak toy...)
For those who know me...and even some who don't...I love taking pictures. To me it is capturing that special moment that is a reminder of a special time...perhaps it is because my memory isn't the best...but I feel God has given me this "gift" though some might beg to differ...but I LOVE taking pictures and am ever so thankful that I am allowed to.
As I sit here with the Broncos playing yes Peyton and Company are doing pretty good without my full attention...I am perusing (hmmm wonder why I chose that word...perusing...because I look up the definition and it says to read thoroughly...however, it goes on to say:
"Peruse has long meant "to read thoroughly" and is often used loosely when
one could use the word read instead, as in The librarians checked to
see which titles had been perused in the last month and which been left
untouched. Seventy percent of the Usage Panel rejected this example in our
1999 survey. Sometimes people use it to mean "to glance over, skim," as in I
only had a moment to peruse the manual quickly, but this usage is widely
considered an error. In a 1988 survey, 66 percent of the Panel found it
unacceptable, and in 1999, 58 percent still rejected it."
Definition REJECTED. And so I read on...and find the Urban Dictionary define...it seems to say PAY ATTENTION...in this definition...
"One of the most overused words in modern English. Typically used by snobs trying to sound more intelligent than they really are. It simply means to review, usually with great care.
Peruse just means to review, you snob."
Used by snobs...hmmm really have never thought of myself as a snob...but perhaps. In my readings this morning from My Kitchen Table there was much brought up about humble...I think again of Jesus Calling and one of the verses for the reading Isaiah 50:4...funny how it seems to go with this...funny how I don't know in which the direction these might take...but perhaps if I listen...
“The Lord God has given Me The tongue of the learned, That I should know how to speak A word in season to him who is weary. He awakens Me morning by morning, He awakens My ear To hear as the learned.
Isaiah 50:4
And I think of the events of last week...of innocent little lives taken...and how I wish that I would have words to give those who are weary...but going through tragedy...there are no words...sometimes not having the words says more. That is when we come to God and ask Him to comfort these families...families that their lives were forever changed in one moment. One photograph left to capture memories of happier days...
My friend Dallas lost her son and she shared the following words and spoke to many...
"As a parent of a child that was murdered in cold blood, I wish I could somehow convey my condolences (sp) to the parents of the children lost. Although I know there is really nothing I could say to make them feel any better or somehow not make them feel as much pain as they do, somewhere in the loss it for some reason helps to talk to people that have gone thru it, maybe gives them some little light at the end of the tunnel to maybe think they might live thru it... I'm pretty sure that there about 20 sets of parents out there tonight that hope they don't wake up in the morning. I pray that somehow they find their way and figure out how to go on. I knew my son was in a better place, but I still felt guilt and the horrible feeling that I wasn't there for him and he died alone, its been almost 7 years and although the pain has become bearable, I think a parent has a terrible time coming to terms with not being there when you feel your child needed you the most. Even though it was totally out of your control. I pray tonight for those families. I know the LORD took those babies home and he will take care of them for eternity, Now I pray for the LORD to stay and guide these parents thru the darkest time in their lives, and keep them safe and ease their pain. PRAISE GOD in his fullest."
I join you in prayer Dallas. And am saddened by the hurt and pain and pray for their strength to just keep breathing! I am reminded of the first scripture I read this morning on a calendar that just gives a new verse each day. Words that if we all actually lived by this one commandment...So I look through pictures to add John 13:34 to...and this one just seems to jump out at me...I thank you for the love I have and have been given...I came across my birthday card from one little Izzy Bell...it reads..."Grandma, here's a list of reasons why I'm glad you're mine...1. I love you. 2. You love me back." Such a simple concept!
So I leave with one simple picture...but also one simple commandment...love one another...and in that love...may we hold up those who are hurting...for their comfort...for their rest...
I sit here in the dark...with the light of the Christmas tree, the fire going, and the Nativity that I finally got put up.
I have two of them in my living room this year. My old faithful and then one I got for Miss Isabel. It is a Fisher Price Nativity and I also got her a Fisher Price Advent Calendar. Have you seen them? Well I gave them both to her while she was here awhile back and she was so excited about the Advent Calendar and said she needed to take it home. I should have taken a picture of it before did. She understands that she only gets to put up one of the pieces at a time. When I say pieces there are 25 pockets and in them are little puffed Nativity pieces that are sort of a pillow to which each day you move a new piece up. She understands that the Baby Jesus goes up on the last day. But in talking to her mom the other day, she said that it appeared that maybe Izzy was putting up the pieces as she thought should go up on the Velcro. However, before they came to my house she had moved 3 sheep Heather thought up in the 1, 2, 3 slots...Heather said like she had put them on deck! Of course the part that cracked me up was her mom said I think we are going to have to have an audit. Oh to have an accountant for a mother...
So I go back to the Nativity for Izzy. I have it set out on the coffee table. With the intention that it is hers to touch and look at and hold. So the other morning when here, she comes out in the kitchen gently carrying the Baby Jesus. I am working on breakfast and so I open the pantry and then walk back over to the stove leaving it open for my immediate return. Well I noticed that one little Firecracker had this grin on her face that she was up to something and she just kept smiling at me and watching me. I get to the pantry and there is Baby Jesus on the pork-n-beans. It just made me smile...thinking yes Jesus is everywhere. I went back to cooking and next thing I know...there is Mary, Joseph and the Baby Jesus by Oppy's chili. We don't need no stinking elf...we have Jesus!
The chili was delicious...but it did give me some thought about where do we find Jesus? Do we just put Him up on a mantle...in a church for once a week or whenever we go? No Jesus is there with the pork-n-beans...the chili...it's just whether we choose to look for Him. Thankful for one little three year old that reminded me of this...
I took some pics of the lights...some I took in the special effects mode...kind of cool. Also, I have my new quilt from my cousin Terry on the back of the couch...as cold as it has been the fire and a blanket are welcome...
And so I think it is time for bed...Sweet dreams...
Not sure if I have mentioned anything about the newest addition to the funny farm...SUGAR! Well that seems like a fitting name for a sheep dog since our other is Sweetie...Of course, on Sweetie...don't let that name fool you. She is more than happy to chase a coyotee...someone passing through that isn't one of her people...yes she's a good one. Especially since we got Sweetie "free" from Craig's list. You know that they say there are no free dogs. Except I think she has earned her keep. So the shepherd comes across an ad for a new pup...yes another Akbash missing the Anatolian that Sweetie has...and Lance picks her up while we were over the mountain.
This last weekend we had one little Firecracker come to visit and one of her first items of business after waking up from traveling with Oppy was going to see Sugar. This would be Izzy getting to go with Oppy in the Power Ranger...she thinks she is big stuff...and of course Otis had to go along...
I include a pic of Sugar and Izzy meeting. I know she is not supposed to be around people but she seems to like them...well she did until maybe today.
Actually Sugar has been in the Sweetie boot camp I think. When we first got her she had figured out how to get out of where we had her penned. Well on my first trip to go out and see her I stand at the pen and wonder where she is...about that time...I feel something licking my hand...well hello Sugar. So I put her in her pen and say you need to stay in there...you are not supposed to be liking me. Well she sticks her head through the panel when about that time Sweetie smacks her upside the head as if to say, "We do not do such things!"
Well Izzy was excited to meet her...she is excited to see any dog I think. She introduced Otis, her dog, to Sugar...
So then back to my story...stayed home today and so the shepherd was going to be unloading some hay and so he decides he will put Sugar's chain collar on her and tie her up so she will not escape. So he puts the chain on her which I don't think she was real thrilled and then had done some other and decides to tie her...well when he does she goes crazy....well at this Bo and Sweetie are both on her...Wonder if they were trying to make her stop? Dogs...
Anyway Sugar escaped some way and headed for under the porch to hide out...I am sure and I left home WHY!!! Well a little time passes by and I see she has came out. I go and catch her...she is actually pretty sweet and so I take her to put her in the pen. She is not sure that she really is for this whole thing...but she seemed happy to be home...Sweetie even seemed okay to have her back. A sniff and then off to jump up on her hay bale and make sure all is well as we await a new day on the old funny farm...
So off we all head for the barn. Izzy saying she needs to hold Oppy's hand. She knows who the shepherd is. 
