Moments from the Week

It has been a busy week, as are most weeks this time of year, but the weather has been lovely and the events rewarding.  I had perfectly laid out intentions of posting yesterday, but after being drawn away from my writing countless times, I gave in to the needs of the family and the farm and never found my way back to blogging. This morning I decided, instead of sharing only one "moment", I would share the highlighted moments of our week.

Sharing the beauty of the Super Moon climbing into the evening sky with my eldest daughter (She captured some amazing photos of it, including this one.)...

Creating at the picnic table...

Pulling my knitting bag out of the closet and soaking up the late afternoon sun while working on Little #9's sweater...

Soaking up as  much of the the beautiful weather as possible...

Continuing to fill the freezers and pantry, this week with roasted tomatoes and pickles...

Cheering at high school soccer games...

Learning a newly thrifted game, Sorry Express...

And probably the most rewarding event of the week, welcoming the newest members of Front Forty Farm.  I just have to share the story.

While watching Little #2's soccer game, I received a call from Little #1, anxiously stating that Mama cat was in labor, that she had been pushing for quite some time, and the baby seemed to be stuck. The vet was called, and we were advised to bring Mama in immediately.  I left the soccer game at half time, rushed home to pick up Little #1 and Mama, and pulled into the vet's office just as he was locking up for the night.  He brought us in and preformed an emergency C-section, warning us that he didn't believe the baby in the birth canal would survive and was hesitant to believe he could save the others.  Within in minutes, he brought three lifeless kittens to us and told Little #1 and me to vigorously rub them with a towel, and we did. We rubbed for almost 20 minutes, thinking there was no life in them, but suddenly we heard a tiny meow, then another, and before we knew it all three babies were crying and moving around.  He brought us a fourth baby, and Little #1 worked on this one until he began to show signs of life as well.  All four babies were alive, but the vet didn't think they would make it through the night since Mama's milk would not come in for at least 12-24 hours, and he was skeptical to believe that Mama would even accept her babies after having the surgery. Little #1 and I were determined not to let these precious little bundles die.  We purchased a nursing bottle and kitten replacement milk, and Little #1 stayed up all night hand feeding the kittens, while Mama cat recovered from her surgery.  Mama cat and all four babies are happy, healthy, and nursing, thanks to the determination and perseverance of Little #1. I'm so proud of her.  

These little faces were captured by Little #1.