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Esther and the Lamb

2/24/2019

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Worry about Esther kept awakening me through the night as it transitioned from Saturday to Sunday.

Esther was lying in the snow Saturday morning.   I shooed her to a clear patch of grass but she was still lying there in the afternoon.   Saturday evening I put her in the lambing jug and she was still lying down when I went to bed..   Lying down all day is not normal sheep behavior neither is it typical lambing behavior. Something just did not seem right….   If only I could ask someone who knew sheep better than I but who to ask? My dad? Mr. Smalley? The vet? Alan Ormond? Everyone seemed pretty inaccessible in the wee hours of a Sabbath morn…   Finally, about 4 a.m., I remembered the Internet and realized I could Google my questions...so I did.

I was right.   Lying down is not typical lambing behavior.   Ewes are antsy when they are about to lamb; they circle, paw the ground and may lie down but they do not stay down until birthing.   And it lasts a couple hours, not 24. Something was wrong.

More research brought me to the sickening realization that Esther had pregnancy toxemia, the same condition that killed Big Mama and her unborn triplets a couple years ago.   I found several sites, including a Merck Veterinary Manual, that described Esther’s condition to a T. My research also indicated that prompt treatment is critical. If caught early, there is a chance of survival, if left death is certain.  

I called the vet at 6:00 a.m. and again at 7:00 a.m.    At 7:30 he returned my call and, after apologizing for not answering earlier (he’d turned his ringer off the night before when in the movie theater with his family and had forgotten to turn it back on…), he invited me to bring her to his clinic.   

I love my truck!!    Lance, Chick and I loaded Esther into the back of the truck and were in the parking lot of the vet’s office within 20 minutes.   Dr. Moss gave Esther 60 ml Cal-MPK 1080 orally and two intramuscular injections that would “cause her to lamb within 24 hours.” He sent us home with a gallon of propylene glycol, a liter of the Cal-MPK, and instructions to give them to her orally twice daily. (Doses were 60 ml and 20 ml respectively).

Grace, naturally, was distraught that Esther’s life was in peril so Lance drove to SLC to get her.

For the next 48 hours Grace and I medicated Esther 5x’s daily:  early morning, midday, and night doses of 10 ml corn syrup and propylene glycol and Cal-MPK at breakfast and dinner time.   She still had not lambed by late afternoon Monday so we gave her another injection of the labor inducing drug.

The chapter to this particular story has a happy ending.  Esther had a single lamb sometime Tuesday night. Both mom and baby are healthy.

Friday morning I went out to check on the sheep and could not find Esther’s lamb.   Not in the shed. Not in the straw outside the shed. Not in the corral. Panic started to set in.  Where was that little lamb? We could not lose her now, not after all we’ve been through to get her here…

I found her snuggled in a ball in the manager.   Whew! Relief and joy. And insight. There has been a Lamb before who was found lying in a manger….and that turned out well for everyone.




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"The Eagle Has Landed"

2/18/2019

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“The Eagle has landed,” Bryce declared as Des Ta Te, Ogden Nature Center’s resident Bald Eagle, tucked her wings and settled herself on Bryce’s gloved fist.

Yep, there was a live eagle at Miles’ Eagle Scout Court of Honor...and it was cool.   Way cool. When Bryce walked into the room with her I think everyone on the room gasped; I know I did.  She is so large, powerful, and majestic. Holy cow! (....or raptor as the case may be….) Bryce told Des Ta Te’s story and then related a real eagle’s choice and nest building to an Eagle Scout’s choices and life building.   It was a nice presentation.

As cool as the Eagle was, the next part, in my mind, was ever better.    Miles asked each of the boys in his troop to take a word (he assigned the words) from the Scout Law and, in a 1-2 minute message, explain what that word meant and give an example of how it applied to a Scout.   Given that they are 11-16 year old boys, I fully expected several of them to stand and say, “I forgot about this…” and then go on to mumble some half-baked thoughts. It did not happen. Not once. Every single young man had prepared and had prepared well.   Many of them were not eloquent but all were sincere. It was truly beautiful to see those young men express heartfelt thoughts.

When Miles planned the program, he wanted all the YM in his troop to feel included, to play an active part in the program.   Neither of us anticipated that it would turn into a tribute to Miles. However with the older boys (the ones who have known and worked with Miles) that is what happened.   Aiden, who spoke about the word “loyal” said that Miles is very loyal and one of his best friends. Jake identified Miles as one of the most helpful people he knows and Zach paid tribute to him as being brave.    I was almost embarrassed by what must have appeared like a set up to get compliments but, honestly, it wasn’t. It was nice though….

Miles has said since he first attended a Court of Honor that he would give me his mentor pin.  (Vain person that I am, I silently embraced the idea.) When he learned that he could give 2 pins he was flummoxed as to who should receive the second pin.   There were several strong contenders, one of whom was his cousin with whom he earned many merit badges. Bless his heart, Miles prayed about it. In answer to his prayer, he chose Louis Anderson, a widower in our ward who was his leader when he was a Cub.   It was a beautiful, tender choice, one that meant the world to a man who has recently found his world much emptier than it was..

The eagle was nice, the scouts were nice and the choice of mentor pin recipients was nice.  Also nice was the support given our son. Actually, it was more than nice; it was incredible.  The Court of Honor was very well supported by family and friends alike. Meikles (including teen cousins who probably had a zillion other places they would rather be), Gibbsons, both sets of grandparents, Cooper and (after Maggie’s swim team banquet) his family, Aunt Linda and David Varner all came.   Grace went to the U for a class and then came back to Roy for the Court of Honor. Lots of people from the ward came too, so many that the 60 chairs we set up were not enough. We had to set up 20 more. Michael Drago came, bless his heart, and brought 4 dozen pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. My dad made (and brought) 10 dozen pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.  Sandy and Bill Underwood delayed their vacation 24 hours so they could attend.

And darling Sister Biddle!   Earlier she mentioned that she loves shopping at WinCo but cannot find anyone who will take her there.  (Due to age and mobility issues, she is unable to drive.) Finding a WinCo trip on my agenda, I invited her to come with me.  “I better not,” she said. “I better wait until another payday before I go shopping.” (She is also in a very fixed income, having no retirement and dependent solely on Social Security.)   Limited funds and restricted mobility aside, Lois found a way to attend Miles’ Court of Honor and to further honor him with a gift from Deseret Book, a beautiful silver tie tack, adorned (of course) with an eagle.    Talk about the widow’s mite!

Heartwarming.  A lot more than heart warming actually.   Is heart heating an appropriate term? Maybe heart burning?  (Not to be confused with heartburn….) Awesome by all accounts.

Thanks Miles for giving this opportunity to see and experience so much love.  And thanks to family and friends who so generously gave us the love-filled experience.

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Environmental Center Field Trip 2019

2/11/2019

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“You can be the best man at my wedding,” Jason told me gratefully as I pulled him out of the snowbank.    Not a comment commonly heard from my students but then pulling them from snowbanks is not an action I commonly do with my students either…..

North Fork Environmental Center Field Trip 2019...Let the good times roll…..or crash as the case may be.

Wednesday was field trip day.   Grace called me early and told me the University of Utah was closed for the day; officials were concerned for student safety due to white-out, blizzard conditions on campus.    Foreboding but not forbidding….. Fortuitously skies in northern Utah remained overcast but clear. We were good to go and we went.

Most of us went, that is…..  I’ve been talking up our Environmental Center cross country skiing/snowshoeing field trip since almost the first day of school.   In years past it has been one of the students’ favorites. This year about a third of my students chose to stay in school rather than adventure with me.  For the first time ever, I had to have a sub to babysit the students who stayed behind. For the first time in my teaching career, I assigned a packet. In science that day the non-adventures had to fill out a six page, single-spaced, text-based worksheet.    Humph.

The two thirds who did go had a great time.   They spent a lot of time stuck in snow banks, I spent a lot of time pulling them out of snowbanks.    When one knows how to leverage center of gravity and take advantage of friction (or lack thereof…), one can appear much stronger than one actually is.    After the third time I pulled Jason back onto the trail he said, “Mrs. Hislop has Hulk strength!” [Apparently “Hulk” is now the cultural adjective for strength, replacing “Amazon” and “Herculean”.]  

Every year I fall more in love with my students when I take them to the mountains.   There are those who are naturally graceful on skiis and those who naturally NOT so graceful on skis.    Darling Amber…. She probably fell 15 times in the first 500 feet...but she lumbered back on her feet every time she fell.  “This is the hardest thing I have ever done,” she told me. She struggled but she never quit. Love it!

Zander fell so many times that his black clothing appeared white.   Globs of snow weighed his sweatpants down so much he was in danger of losing them.   After he tried unsuccessfully several times to pull them up, I grabbed the waistband from behind and pulled them up for him, an action I hope was NOT caught on video.

The bus driver was awesome too.   He told me he HAD TO drop us off at Ogden Preparatory Academy at 2:20 in order to make it on time to his high school bus route.   When we pulled into the OPA parking lot at 2:41 he was still smiling pleasantly. “Thanks for being so congenial,” I told him. When he asked me what “congenial” meant I was tempted to tell him “It means I made you 21 minutes late and you are not yelling at me about it”....

The field trip was a fabulous success but the greatest success happened in my classroom while I was gone.  

When I am absent, I promise the students that, if they treat the substitute poorly I will not take them on the next field trip.   Earlier in the year, Eric was identified by a sub as a trouble maker. Eric is a troubled kid who has made lots (LOTS) of progress but a promise is a promise so I could not take him on the trip.   

About a week before we left he approached me anxiously and asked, “Is there anything, ANYTHING, I can do to earn back the field trip?”   

“Oh Eric,” I told him, “You are killing me.   I want to take you on the trip so, SO much. But I cannot.  I just cannot. I promised that I would not and I have to keep my promises.”

Eric was the only one, THE ONLY ONE, of all my students (including the honors classes) to finish the six page, single-spaced, text-based worksheet while I was gone.   

You can be Eric will be going with me on my next field trip!

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