It was the DH calling me from his cell. He was down in the pen with the wethers and said I should come down to look at one of the boys. "Something isn't right with him."
Well, when I got down to the barn, the "something not right" was a torn shoulder! It seems that the DH, after handing out treats, thought the wethers would accept him working in their pen on a very windy day even though they had not really seen this guy since before his (the DH's) surgery. That was months ago. Add in that very windy day and it was enough to spark freaked sheep running into the edges of fence panels. Our oldest wether, Colin, did just that.
As I took a good look at the shoulder, I could see that the skin was torn down to the muscle, but did not actually tear into any of the muscle. It's flapping about was a signal that sutures were called for. Poor Colin was so upset I knew we'd never be able to hold him still enough for me to do the "evil deed". After cleansing the wound and getting some sterile dressings on it to keep dirt out, I went in the house to call the vet's service. Naturally, these things happen on a Sunday.
why the vet was unreachable. Something didn't sound quite right and very unlike Dr. Rob. Luckily, Rob's office manager and assistant par excellence lives down the road from us. If Rob was out of town, Kim would know whom I could get to help with the shoulder issue. And...better yet...I know her cell phone number. ;)
As soon as I related what had happened here and before I could even begin to ask her if she knew of any other vet available to work on sheep, Kim offered to call Rob on his cell phone. Within minutes Rob called me telling me to bring Colin into the clinic for mending. Bless his heart! He had just come off the ski slopes on the last day our local ski resort was open.
So, my poor Colin was drugged into a stupor, hoisted onto the surgery table, draped and both sutured and stapled back together again. All the while Rob and I were chatting away about sheep-this and ski-that. Afterward, Rob gave Colin a tetanus booster and a dose of antibiotics. I was about to put Colin back down on the floor when Rob pointed out that one horn was a "bit too close for my liking. How about we trim him a bit while he's sedated?" Go for it. Great idea. Rob looked him over and did everything but change the oil and filter. :)
Driving back home I thought about how important it is to have a good vet on our "Sheep Thrills Team". I so appreciate all he does. Granted, this is how he makes a living and we did have a bill for the emergency services, but because we consider Rob and Kim as important members of our operation, they both give us respect as well as much needed help. Somehow, some way, I plan on thanking both of them for "being there". It's comforting to know they are there when I need the help - day or night...Sunday or weekday.
...just don't do it again, Colin. ...and why is it you always pick a Sunday to get yourself into these predicaments? It's cats that have nine lives, Colin...not sheep. You and Ole are working on around your sixth lives about now, so just cut it out, will you? I've had way too much excitement lately. ;-)
And for those of you who have wondered...yes, here's the latest photo of my friend, Bran. (pronounced "brawn") He is indeed here both morning and evenings when I feed, looking for some small treat or just to chat with me. I just wish my "Raven" was as good as his "People". He is definitely trying to teach me phrases and I try, but I can tell I just don't have the correct accent yet.