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The Boomtown Rats didn’t like Monday’s, but after today, I’m not too keen on Sunday’s either.
For a start , 8mm of rain last night.
Then wee brother needed a hand to bring in a cow that had calved then put her calf bed out.
Eventually got her out the field onto the track , but still a long way from the steading.
Phoned the vet to come to her. It wasn’t a straight forward job though. For a start once she had had her epidural she went down and tore the uterus in the process. So he had to stitch that up first. He got Littlemiss kitted out in a disposable smock and gloves to give him a hand stuffing everything back inside her. Then stitched everything in place, filled her up with antibiotics and a bottle of calcium and left her to it.
Wee brother phoned tonight wanting a hand to sit her back up onto her chest again, but before I got there the old bugger decided to die.
So, a dead cow, a motherless calf, 2 hrs of vet time , drugs, a bill to follow and £130 for the knackery to lift her tomorrow.
The sun eventually came out at tea time so loaded up the mobile dryer to dry some barley to cheer myself up a bit .
Ho hum.