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So, Max is gone. But, as they say, not forgotten.
Well, actually that’s an exaggeration. But recently antibiotics have been pretty central to my life, and now Valentine the llama is joining me in the dubious delights of amoxycillin.
I am bereft. Naughty Chicken has died.
This year is becoming one that I shall remember for the medical consequences of animal bites.
In March, I had the rare but painful experience of being bitten by a llama.
In June, I was bitten by a tick, and yesterday that … Continue reading
Val and I have just had our first week away from home together since we moved to France 2½ years ago. Thanks to good friends who came out from England to ‘farm sit’, we were able to leave the animals … Continue reading