So I have heard it said that life on the farm is feast or famine. I have also heard saying like when it rains it pours. Up until lately I knew what those words meant but as I grow up the full meaning of the phrases are starting to make an impact more on my life.
You see today we had just normal everyday life happening on the farm. First there was pasture checks and chores. After that I had to take care of a few special cases. By that I mean that we have a few animals that have health issues. Nothing that we can’t handle at this point but still things that need to be done. Some times we have nothing to doctor. Then it seems as if we have one thing to handle that soon becomes only 5 if we are lucky. Health issues seem to multiply although I have no clue why.
So let us start as I did. First, there was Derf and his new boot. It took me a bit of doing and I tried to doctor his foot and put his boot on him while Mom went to pick up the tin for the leanto so we can get it up this weekend. Well, I didn’t get it done. I know that you all think I say to much about Mom but I am telling you she has this effect on animals that I just don’t have. I mean I am calm and they love me but when it comes to things like doctoring she has the touch. While she was gone I tried for over half an hour to get Derf’s foot medicated and in that boot. I took stomping and kicking time and time again. I can’t tell you how many times that boot went flying across the stall.
Then Mom got home. With her talking and holding him, he did great and it took no time at all and we had him walking on the boot like a champ. She has this one certain voice that says Good Girl or Good Boy over and over and the animals all seem to know that is Mom’s “I am so pleased with you” voice … While it gets the job done, It is so annoying to me … LOL
So after that I needed to worm Precious. She is still a bit thin and when we got her, we had to only worm her lightly as her poor body condition wouldn’t allow for much more. So I tried to get that done but once again I found Mom had a better handle on the situation then I did. No, worming a horse is not really a big deal but it is when you can’t get close to the horse while she eats. Then come to find out she eats right out of Mom’s hand. When did that happen … Well, I don’t know. Apparently Mom takes her a handful of feed each time she goes to check on her and well, she isn’t going to just go into the pen to feed one handful so Precious comes and gets it. So much for me being so proud of myself for being able to stand with her while she ate yesterday! Yup, that is also what I used to gage if it was time to worm her again. Mom let me boast and brag all day and didn’t say a word. Needless to say I had no issue worming her with Mom there. To bad I couldn’t get it done by myself.
After that there is Reba’s treatment. You see she is still way to thin. We have worked with the vet and she has taken more medication then we know what to do with. So in Desperation Mom called a very nice lady named Kate. She is s sheep person and she has a spinners flock about an hour and a half from here. She has done sheep for many, many years and even is part of the colored wool council. I think she is a board member or something like that. Anyway, she knows sheep and has seen just about everything. I say she has seen it all but she says sheep can still surprise her.
Anyway, she gave us a new plan of action. First, she is on a strong wormer for 3 days along with antibiotic. She is also getting vitamin Complex shots once and she has electrolytes in her water. The Vitamins and Electrolytes are to help her body deal with the drugs we are throwing at her. Then 7 days from now she will get treated again but this time just a worming and the Electrolytes. Kate said this is a case of throw the book at her and something is bound to work. LOL We have had Reba for about two years now I think and we struggle to keep weight on her everyday. We have even took the time to feed her separate from the flock to make sure she is getting a full dose of feed. However, since birthing (and for the record the problems are why we didn’t want her bred) she has remained hungry all the time and yet thin. In the past she has been on iron shots along with a wide variety of other medications to see what will help her.
Anyway, today was Reba’s third day of treatment and now her body will get a short break before we treat her again in 7 days. After that we took time to address Reba’s baby, Willow. Willow had a swollen umbilical cord. I got my hands on her a few days back and noticed she had a bit of infection so she too was on antibiotic. Now normally doctoring sheep is no big deal but Reba and Willow have gotten wise to the fact that if I come to catch them on the pasture it is time for shots. Here is where Mom comes in. Reba will come right up to her. Most times Mom has cookies and Reba knows it. So once again it took Mom to catch her. Once she was caught Catching the baby wasn’t so hard either.
After that I did fit in a bit of roping. The only other issue today was that it was suppose to rain. That means since Mom is so protective of the three new babies (Wally, Whitebeam and Strawberry) we left them all in the barn today. However, Sweetie isn’t as Pleased about being in the barn. The difference between goats and sheep is that Goats let you know when they no longer want to be penned. So far I think I have put her pen back together and the two babies and herself back in it a millions times. This last time she even helped Biscotti and Wally escape. Tomorrow for sure if it doesn’t rain I will be turning them all out into the small yard pen for the day.
The last thing I had to attend to was Gurtie. As the day wore on Mom noticed that she had droopy ears and wasn’t her normal perky self. So tonight with chores, Dad helped me doctor her … AFTER we doctored Derf again. And this time, now that he knows it doesn’t hurt, he was an angel …. LOL