Friday, September 16, 2011

Once Upon A Prolapse

Hey everybody!  I hope all is well with you as we all journey into the fall season.  =)

I don't now what brought that on, but I digress...onto the blog.

So yesterday morning I get a call from Ron he's down in the yards looking at a cow we got in last night that got turned back from the packer.  She had a prolapse.  A bad one.  A really bad one.  We were the most convenient stop for the trucker...the lucky one I guess.

By the way, above is my vet in training...Maggie.

Now, let it be known that I always tell you that I drag you, the reader, with me in my farm life.  I show people this stuff because it's not a piece of cake working with livestock.  Also, how it is to work with your you honey!!!  I could tell you about how Ron and I worked cattle yesterday and I as I was trying to push them down the chute I met a hoof about 12 inches from my face.  To those of you who have worked cattle with your husband you'll know about this;

"Get in front of them!" REALLY?  The dust is whirling in my face since the sky forgot to rain for about a month, I can't see as it is and I'm supposed to jump in front of a white cow barrelling down on me and I have to try to make it stop?

"Chase'm, get 'em goin' down the chute!" Hence hoof kicked clear up by my head.  Our prod broke in two when Ron took over my job. 

Just sayin'.

SO back to my story about the prolapse.  Look away if you must...oh just look it's interesting!

This cow got rejected from a USDA inspected plant.  But, she's just fine to bring to a local butcher.  The only thing is, a prolapse can bring on a fever.  We had to temp her.

Back to the phone call from Ron.  "Can you come temp this prolapse?  I don't want to get my hands dirty.  Smart @$$.

"Sure," I said. "I'll just finish those cupcakes for you when I get up to the house.  After. I. handle. her. guts. with. my. bare. hands.  You see, I can be a smart Alec too and I'm not a glove fan.  Not because I enjoy touching slimy warm gut stuff, but because in certain situations, you can feel what's going on much better without. 

That's her gut pile coming out from her "lady parts".  Women can prolapse too after giving birth.  What the past feedlot should have done before putting her on the"sale barn bus" is give her a spinal so she wouldn't have pushed it out so bad. 

That's yours truly at 8 AM temping that poor cow.  Thank you Big D for not photographing the pajama shorts that I still was wearing.  I had to make sure her temperature was at or below 102 then she was fine to butcher.  After all, this is no quality of life for any living thing.  AND it was nice that we could still use her and not have to put her down and waste her life. 

101.5...she's good to go.

Ron took her to the butcher after I did the deed. 

I did get him back, however, it wasn't EXACTLY me.  It was one of my henchmen...or henchwomen I suppose.

Don't you agree he shouldn't leave the his shop door open?  Now that Sweetie thinks she's the family dog, she walks around all over the farm.  Sometimes going to the feedlot and sneaking some rations of the older cows.  Anyway, to make a long story short, she must have eaten a pretty hot ration because she had the poops pretty bad. 

To make a long story short, she took (gave) a big diarrhea poop on his shop floor.  I did not tell her to do this!



1 comment:

  1. For sure it's his own fault for leaving the door open! And I still have Shorty, but no one is sitting on his back. TH cusses my horses that get into his machinery shed and leave large piles of mess. It i their favorite place to stand and fight flies. They are tidy though....they leave it all in one big pile. hahah the madder he gets, the more I laugh (inwardly if he standing there). Sort of makes up for all the dirty laundry and dishes I pick up. xoxo Terah