Friday, 27 May 2011

Home at last

We had the call we had been wanting all week this morning, "hello this the dog warden we have your dog."

We have just picked Dilly up from the kennels where lost dogs end up, she had been picked up about 2 miles away. She had however obviously been with someone all week as she was wearing a brand new collar and has been given a haircut, we think she may have run away from whoever had her and tried to get home.

So, so excited to have her home. It is our Son's 1st birthday party on Monday and a part of us was dreading it as we were one family member down. Now though we can all relax and enjoy!!!

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Fingers crossed

Time had flown since our last blog and the news is unfortunately no better.

One of our dogs has gone missing, Dilly our 2 year old Parson Russell Terrier has been missing since Sunday 22nd May from the farm in Bawsey, near the ruins for anyone who knows the area.

We have contacted the police, the council, dog lost, petlog (the microchip database) and the national pet register. Any other ideas would be appreciated we really want her home, so just on the off chance that anyone knows anything I thought I would blog about her.
We have also put posters up in the local area, we did have a possible sighting of her in Gaywood a few miles down the road. So we are now working off the theory that someone has her, we have scoured the farm and she is definately not here.

Any ideas on anything more we could be doing or even better any information on Dilly's whereabouts would be wonderful.

She is a much missed and much loved family member and we desperately want her home safe and sound.

Please keep finger and toes crossed for us!

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

She Devil strikes again!

So number 116 did come out and is currently residing in our garden.
She Devil gave birth late on Sunday night and much to Norfolk Farmers frustration abandoned her second calf (I actually thought he was joking when he told me). It seemed to be a fairly straight forward calving, the calf is quite big but she seemed to cope quite well this time, delivering with no assistance. But as soon as he was out she just walked off to the rest of the herd like nothing had happened. It was decided that the calf would spend a few more hours on the field to see if she would come back and we would make final decisions in the morning.

The next morning it was quite clear she hadn't fed him or really showed any maternal towards him whatsoever. We had two choices 1) Pen them together and try and force a bond
2) Take him away to rear ourselves
Norfolk Farmer decided on the latter as we all know only too well how she reacts to be confined on her own.

So Dodger, as he has been named is our latest charge and is settling in well, She Devil's future however is not so bright!

Saturday, 7 May 2011

Will number 116 please come out!!

Back in mists of time when I first started this cow farming game I was a cautious lad who clucked about every new calf born. Since then 95% that have come out have been problem free deliveries that i have not witnessed. The ones that i have assisted in have been a mixed bag. At present count there have been 6 Caesarean ops with 4 live and two dead. I also had a run off one of those things when we lost a few calves for niggly reasons like cervix not opening.

Through this time I have had some mighty assistance from Norfolk Farm Vets without whom i would be lost. They are a large animal practice very fortunatly based up the road and deserve a blog post all to themselves!

Back on thread i am waiting for a calf that seems never to arrive. For the past month she has looked ready and in that time seven have arrived from Mums who didn't!! The cow in question is She Devil (Pedergree name Andrew Fredericks Why Primrose but i don't think it does her justice) who is the subject of the most dramatic Caesarean at Church farm. 26 months ago i arrived on the field and found her with feet out the back (crossed, bad sign) and tried to persuade her into a pen for further inspection. It became obvious very quickly that she was going to be a handful.

Now this wasn't my first time doing this, in fact we had done the same op the day before and it had gone very smoothly. The deeply grateful cow ambled in to the pen with only the mildest of instruction and stood amicably while we removed the calf through her side.

She devil took the opposite route. Dad and I ran her (quad and landrover) around until she happend to crash into the pen. Molly the vet arrived and giving She Devil 10 mins to calm down I prepared my self to go in the pen and halter her for examination from the vet. What happen next was a blur, I remember alot of shouting and dancing like i have never danced before trying to quickstep round the savage creature who was hell bent on ending me. As i leaped out the pen she tried to follow, i still have the scars on my knuckles from punching her nose. LOTS of sedative and reinforcments called we had her restrained and with me at her head and Roger Moore (same name, not as cheesy) with a leg up Molly set to work.

As the cow was lying it made the operation more difficult and i have to say that Molly was brillo pads. When the calf was born due to the sedative being used he had alot of fluid in his lungs, Roger set to work on him and pints and pints of fluid came out. Meanwhile the satanic heavy beast was thrashing around on the ground, the sweat was pouring of me desperatly trying to keep her still for Molly. Molly was stiching away without assistance, until She devils rumen popped out and onto the ground, cue more thrashing and mud and s**t and god knows what else going back inside her.  With the calf alive and stable Roger retuned to the party and Molly got her all stiched up, at one time uttering the phase "I don't know what i'm stiching to what in here"

We vacated the pen and with the calf just outside we stood back and waited to see what would happen. She looked relatively calm so I released her to hopefully care lovingly for her baby. No chance, she legged it, swaying. We consoled ourselves that at least we had a live calf and with the amount of c**p that had gone in the cow she was unlikly to live (at that moment i thought, good!). She was given a course of antibiotics for five days, i managed two and I left her too it.

After this I contemplated over the incident and thought that she really isn't that bad really, since then she has been through the handling pen without incident, showing no sign of agresion. On that day all the running around before hand was obviously awful and put her in a REALLY bad mood.

So here she is pregnant again and soooooo close to popping. I would like anyone who reads this to just cross your fingers for a peaceful natural delivery 'cause i don't reckon Molly'll come back for this'n!!!

Thursday, 5 May 2011

And so it goes on...

More drama today on the farm, what was supposed to be routine moving of the cattle ended with a dead cow. While moving the cattle we spotted a cow acting strange, she was lying away from the others and took a lot of encouragement to get up. Having eventually moved her we could spot nothing obviously wrong but decided to call the vet anyway. She quickly diagnosed the problem, gas in what is our appendix. She administered some drugs to try and get her guts going and left us to keep an eye on her.

After a quick lunch Norfolk Farmer went back to check on her and she was no better so called the vet in for surgery. Unfortunately it didn't work and she passed away. So frustrating as we really thought we had spotted it early!

So really hoping it doesn't come in threes today and that there is some good news on the horizon....
Hopefully starting with who we affectionally call 'She Devil,' she had a calf a couple of years ago and as you can imagine by the name it was a nightmare birth and we ended up hand rearing the calf, Oliver the orphan.
She is back in calf and labour is looking pretty imminent so fingers crossed it goes better than last time.

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Sad day.

Today there is an air of sadness around the cottage, we lost one of our pet lambs this morning. He was one of our first, we had come to know him very well and this morning he just wasn't right. Following a vet visit he passed away.
The sensible, practical side of me knows these things happen and that you can't win them all, but my emotional, sentimental side is very sad, upset and asking a lot of what ifs. But the fact is we did our very best and he had a lovely, if very short life!

On the whole working with the animals is an absolute pleasure and its always amazing to see them bring new life into the world but like everything in life bad things sometimes happen.