I've decided that my life is absolutely a reality show.
There are cameras.
I'm not sure where they are. But they are somewhere. I'm sure of it.
We had one of our favorite sheep: Tamarind, deliver a really big baby. That really big baby most likely was cleaned by Tamarind and got a first feeding before Tamarind's uterus prolapsed.
I heard excessive baa-ing from the sheep paddock this morning. John went to investigate. He found Tamarind in very bad shape.
So he brought Tamarind to the house.
Abigail is holding the baby lamb who is wanting milk -- badly. Tamarind is on the "operating room" table. (Which also happens to be where we eat dinner, but that's neither here nor there.)
In the end, they couldn't save Tamarind. John first tried to fix the prolapse. Then he considered doing a hysterectomy. In the end, they had to put her down. The good news is, we were able to take her to the processor so she will not be wasted. The other good news is, John said he learned a lot and thinks that maybe next time he will be able to fix the prolapse successfully.
The other good news is, we were able to hold piano lessons completely normally. Our piano teacher is a fantastic sport. She never seems phased by our reality TV lives!
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