Bulletproof Battles To Save La-La's Eye

  First, a word to honor the death of Iranian blogger, Satar Behesti, 35 years old. He was taken into custody by Iran's cyberpolice, the FTA, and beaten to death last Tuesday by the police. He wrote posts critical of the Iranian government and had only ten followers. But that was enough for the hateful fundamental Islamists to consign him to torture to the death. When will Islamists realize that the love is found in Christianity? Its paramount commandment according to Jesus is to love God and your neighbor as much as you love yourself. Doing the loving thing is the road to peace. I only hope Satar's family and friend tried to impress upon him the danger of criticism in such a criminal government. That probably would have been the most loving thing to do for him if they couldn't offer him the means to get out of Iran.
  La-La, a crazy rescued horse, picked up a cut in her eye, possibly from a branch across the fence or even by rubbing it herself. At any rate, it is infected. Horses cannot take anti-infections on a long term basis as humans and dogs can. Thus, the clock is running. In addition, an ulcer or summer infection from flies was found on her inner eye. This ulcer now must be treated first. The vet is not optimistic. If necessary, he will take the eye with the horse standing and then sew her socket shut.
  On a happier note, I was walking down to my feeding station in the woods today and jumped a small yearling deer. She was bedded down in the weeds of my overgrown archery range and was so panicked that she stumbled when she got up and ran off as quickly as possible. She ran close close to the ground and  almost looked like a rabbit.  I hypothesized that she was lieing close to the feeding station to get to the corn first. I also have a  Rack Rock there to attract deer, supposedly giant bucks with huge antlers that will fulfill any trophy hunter's dreams. The rock contains attractants and healthy minerals for deer. I retraced my steps and found a young gopher turtle lying on his carapace or back. Tuk-Tuk, the yellow lab, must have nosed him over. The disturbing thing is that I apparently had walked over the turtle on the way to the feeding station without seeing him. Not a good thing to be doing on a warm day in Florida, home to many dangerous snakes. Careful trails, Two-Guns