Lambie went to see veterinary (Herriot speak) this morning. Whilst trying his very best (he is such a little trooper), Lambie remains lame and grinding his teeth when he lies in my arms at night. This means he is in pain and I hate that.
He was given more of antibiotics and painkillers and has put on 200g of weight (1.8kg now). The vet reckoned his prognosis was good and although he might have an odd gait, he should make a good recovery and have a happy pain-free life ahead of him.
When we got home, he was already feeling better. Ok, he is not gambolling quite yet but he is trip-trapping as well as running after BeAnne trying to follow her everywhere at quite some speed even when she is trying to escape.
Afterwards, I managed a nice ride on Haakon who was on happy tölting form. Riding is the only time I can forget my spine so I like to have a potter whenever I can.
It has been a peaceful day and, leaving BeAnne with her charge, I went into the field to take photos of the Minions, etc.
Everyone is still hanging onto their winter-woollies and I don’t blame them as it can be cold, especially at night.
I think we will clip Tiddles when he is castrated later, like we did with the Minions last year.
Tiddles is getting a bit much for Storm and bounces up and down all over him. Poor Storm is still at the bottom. Maybe Lambie will be his new best friend when he is slightly bigger.
Oh yes, and I had a poached egg for lunch. That is the true colour of our eggs. Aren’t they beautiful?
It was delicious. Sometimes nothing beats a poached egg on toast.