We have sheet ice everywhere now. It is horrid and I worry about walking on it. When I came out this morning to feed the sheep, there was ‘Bert sitting down. Not like him at all. I called over “I hope you haven’t broken your leg” and he got up and started hopping towards me. My heart sank.
So we managed to get everyone into a small paddock, I phoned the vet for advice and also waited for our local expert to come along. He is our postman.
Once the expert arrived, ‘Bert refused to be caught and for a sheep with a supposed broken leg, he was very speedy, breaking out of his enclosure. We decided that if he could successfully do that, on four legs as if nothing was wrong, then none of them were broken.
I telephoned the vet again and agreeing, she offered ‘Bert a painkilling injection. So after feeding hay to the Minions, we went to collect said jab and this was my view for the rest of the day – ‘Bert’s bottom leaving.
Lambie and ‘Ster loved all the chasing and bribery – the biccie tin was out in full force.
I tried everything including my secret supply of Shreddies!
Eventually I managed to grab ‘Bert and turquoise sprayed his foot, looked for anything there (nothing), had a sniff (nothing) and gave him his painkilling injection. He hates me now.
So I have done my best. The boys are outside the house. There is a pile of hay and a bucket of water close by.
I reckon ‘Bert has wrenched his leg or shoulder and it will hopefully clear up on its own.
I left them all looking at Monster.
His Best Day Ever – et voilà, an invisible cat!