Recovery with furry assistance

This was the scene this afternoon.    Jake is six days post surgery and doing well.   The passive exercises are difficult for both of us.    He takes naps, but seldom alone.   There is a recliner under the blanket in this picture.   The corgis decided to join  him.  It doesn't take much to convince them to take a nap.

A friend came by to put out bales for the cattle and sheep.   It was much appreciated since I don't want to try to do that with the Bobcat.   Jake is mobile, but he must keep the sling (with pillow keeping it about six inches out from his body) on for six weeks.   It  has already gotten old.   I hope that his knees will improve with the lack of abuse while he recovers.

Through the fence

He's got his eye on you!    Our newest sheep......a polled ram from Upper Michigan.......Bailleys.   Who couldn't love a sheep the color of milk chocolate?..........besides the fact that he is a wonderful young man.

 Our house guest.    He isn't quite four months old.    The Cardis think they liked him better when he just came for a short visist.

 Little do they know just how big he will be in the future.    Then, I think, he will calm down a bit.

 Pearl and Sammy who rush to the fence because they know I carry treats.

Our newest cat, Boots.   He is big and intact and friendly.   He recently joined Shaggy, a striped tomcat, who came earlier.    They both need to visit the friendly neighborhood vet clinic.   Someday I will take a picture of the big red "S" on my forehead.   Those cats see it and decide to join the group on our farm.

Welcome to fall!

                              The boys decided to wait for me on the nature trail part of our path.

                                           This tree decided to be the brightest on this  year.

                                                 The tail end of all three boys as they explore.

                                   Nearly back to the house.   Zippy even got tired out on this trip.

      The Cardis were just awesome looking in the fall leaves, but the photographer wasn't up to par.

The autumn has been just about as wonderful as the summer was awful.    Jake has the beans off the field, and the combine is set up for corn.   He says that I will drive the combine after his surgery.    He will ride shotgun and give the orders on what to do.   That should be a real adventure.   The surgery is a week from today, and we go to Mayo for a physical on Wednesday.