Sadly, I found Perdy dead this morning. I feel awful, responsible and useless.
So I took Pongo back to the kitchen. He was very cold and, after some very useful advice from a friend-who-knows-lambing, I put him in the bottom oven of my Rayburn. For those that don’t know, a Rayburn is a poor-man’s Aga.
After an initial warming-up, Pongo rallied and was transferred to his box with Staff Nurse BeAnne on stand-by. Either that or she was gathering mint and roast potatoes (we have had words).
There has been some serious getting-to-know-you and BeAnne is chaperoned at all times.
I trust BeAnne about as far as I can spit a rat.
Pongo’s Mum is in the shed. I still force-feed her porridge, honey and water gloop but I am not holding my breath. She has that look of one who is waiting to die.
So all my efforts are being spent on keeping Pongo alive and I hope that S/N Duvet will do her bit.
Loki spends his day saying “there is no lamb, there is no lamb”. Funnily enough, I trust him more than BeAnne.
I went over to Sandness (4 miles away) just to quickly check my mares. En route I saw two Bonxies (Great Skuas – Stercoriarus skua) standing beside a hill ewe and her dead lamb. You could see what they had in mind. These are known as “pirates” of the bird world and I told myself myself this is how it is in the scattald.
So, back to Pongo. He talks to me and I am willing him to live. Perdy died, probably, of watery mouth – lack of colostrum when it mattered. There was nothing I could do but there is are the what-ifs going through my head.
Later today, with BeAnne.
So healing vibes, living-thoughts, for Pongo. He is a darling and I am doing my very best.