As I arrived at the barn this morning, for a moment, I actually thought I might have a quiet opportunity to write about Squagon, our furry little flyer. Thinking that perhaps the babes had already headed down to the pond, I blissfully headed for my office, thinking how easy today’s writing might go, without all the babes underfoot. What a rookie mistake!

Upon opening my office door, my senses were assaulted by a room filled with sneezing, sniffling and miserable babies.

It looked as if a large box of tissues had exploded all over the office, covering both my desk and the sofa. Poor Tilly was doing her best to comfort and care for everyone, while barely able to stand on her own tiny feet… she was just as ill as the rest of the babes!

I promptly took the tissue box from Tilly’s hands, directing her to the couch, where I tucked her beneath the blankets. Leaving Brutus to watch over my tiny pitiful crew, I dashed home to grab some herbal teas, honey and a stack of Disney videos. The babies were definitely not feeling good, but a cold is not the end of the world, though it will be a few days before this passes. All I can do is to make things easier for them, soothing their symptoms with the tea and honey, and offering myself as a human sized feel-good pillow.

I’ve put on Rescuers Down Under, as this is one of their favorite movies, and I need to get the tea started as soon as possible. In his agitation, Boomer keeps trying to eat all the tissue paper, which is grossing everyone out… myself included!

Squagon’s story will have to wait for next Friday, when this whole cold thing blows over… get it… blows over?!

Anyway, just in case you were concerned that I wasn’t taking this seriously, I’ve put in a call to the local Animal Clinic and they’re sending someone out later today. Just because this seems like a simple cold, there’s no point in taking any chances with these little ones. A small thing can quickly get out of hand, if one isn’t paying attention. With these little ones, I thought that it might be better to get them checked out by an expert, just in case!

Never fear, as I feel certain that all will be well in a day or so, and I should be able to start back to writing again shortly. For now, though, I hear Dinky crying because Lilly took her pillow, so I better hurry inside, and turn myself into the human pillow I told you about earlier.