Not in the mood

Cliff tells me I had better do a blog entry for my "clamoring public", so here goes nothing.  We expected bad news about my grand-dog, Titan, and that's what we got:  He has dysplasia in both hips.  That is pretty much of a death sentence, although the vet put him on a twenty-two day regimen of anti-inflammatory supplements to see if that would help.  


I, who absolutely never have back pain, have really been troubled by it for the past few days.  It especially hurts when I bend, even slightly.  This is making me very grumpy.  
On the positive side, I have gone a whole winter without having a single cold, flu, or case of the sniffles.  I hope I'm not bragging too soon.  However, I think I would trade this backache for a cold if I could. 

I love my spring mornings.  As soon as it's barely daylight, I go outside with my cup of coffee and just walk around, looking for flowers that might be blooming or vegetables that might have come up in the garden overnight.  

Bonnie is usually waiting for some grain when I go outside.  She normally only gets grain when I milk her, but she lost so much weight while she was away that I'm still in the process of getting her back to her normal condition.  She's become quite accustomed to it, and will likely be unhappy when I stop the daily feeding. 

Most of the daffodils are finished for the year, but there are a couple of stragglers left.  

I can never remember what plants I've put in any location, so I'm waiting to see what this is.  Perhaps some kind of lily?  

Bonnie lets me know when she's done eating by standing at the gate, which I closed to keep the other cows out while she has breakfast.  

I feed the cats while I'm on my morning rounds; the kittens are moving around a lot now, and are beginning to eat a little cat food.  

As the sun was showing itself, I went back in the house to find Cliff lying in bed awake, (im)patiently waiting for somebody to take him his coffee.