I am not a mom in the traditional sense, but that does not mean I don't have maternal instincts.
My children just happen to have four legs. I worry about them and care for them and celebrate them
as much as traditional moms.
So when Lucy and I went for a ride on Mother's Day and I saw Turtle Steve for the first time since August,
you can bet I was elated. Some moms got flowers or breakfast in bed, I got a visit from Turtle Steve.
We're all happy.
After the ride, it was time to give all the equines their spring vaccinations. Hank and Lucy couldn't care less
about being poked and calmly stood for their shots in exchange for a cookie. But this was the first time
I had to shoot up George and Alan unassisted; previously, I have imposed upon my farrier or a house guest
to hold them while I stuck them. To my surprise and delight, both burros earned gold stars for their cooperation.
Whew. Another Mother's Day gift.
But since George and Alan have been known to have adverse reactions to vaccines (they get
droopy and quiet and are otherwise not themselves), my maternal instincts were in overdrive most of the day.
I had to keep checking on them to make sure they were okay. No big deal...except for the 40 mph winds that kicked up.
The good thing about crazy strong winds is that they slow down the birds and give me time to focus.
The bad thing about crazy strong winds is that I lose my hat. Often.
For a moment, I thought my hat was going to land on Alan's head.
No such luck.
Alan: I can't believe I'm being chased by a pink hat.
When I went over to retrieve my hat,
George seized the opportunity for a butt scratch.
Of course I indulged him. Isn't that what moms do?