A lot going on today. One big request.

Fierce!
Photo copyright Wings, 2014; all rights reserved.

So, I am indescribably glad that this particular weekend is over. More about that later. Maybe.

For now, gratitude, a to-do list, and one big request.

First, the gratitude: that Fineena has met her goal and is going to have a roof over her head again, reunited with her beloved four-leggeds.

Second, the to-do list: It starts this morning when we head down to Santa Fe to dismantle Wings's show and haul everything back up here. [Lots of gratitude involved in that, too, actually.] We'll be taking Griffin with us again, because of his condition. And then tomorrow and Wednesday are taken up with farriers' visits, next steps for Cree, and various and sundry appointments of different kinds. And if the weather cooperates later this week, getting the garden in — but since we're supposed to be getting rain and snow through tomorrow, that may have to wait yet another week.  Climate change; gotta love it. 

Third, the request, and it's a big one: While I'm out today, I hope everyone who reads this will promote our friend Bobby's GoFundMe page, set up to save the farm he and Juan shared that is the refuge for all their rescued animals. Out of an overall goal of $12,000, he's already raised $1,535 in three short days. There's no question in my mind that we can do this, provided people send it viral. Later this week, I really want to recruit someone to offer a challenge for matching funds to try to leverage the donation rate. If you're interested, let me know. Even if you're not in a position to give, you can promote his fundraiser by sharing this link with all your networks, on- and offline. Share and Like it on Facebook, Tweet it, Pin it, send it to all your e-mail contacts and your listervs and your GoogleGroups and your blogs and your Web sites and your other communities, repost it/cross-post it, print it out and give it to people, share it word-of-mouth.  PLEASE.

Fierce Little Fledgling Dude up there wants you to do it. And since he and his sibs survived being laid/hatched/fledged a full two months early, in the midst of drastic and extreme weather fluctuations and snow and sleet and single-digit wind chills, I think he should get what he wants, don't you?

Chi miigwech. From me, and from little apishi-gaagaagiins up there, too.