While puttering around in the kitchen first thing this morning, I caught sight of Velvet down by the chicken coop. She was acting weird. Every now and then, she’d charge the steers. When she wasn’t ramming at them, she’s park herself directly over the resting sheep, like she was standing guard.
“Come look at this,” I called to my husband. As we watched, one of the steers approached Velvet. Sure enough, her tail swished a warning and then down went her head, CHARGE. She really was protecting the sheep!
Soon after, my older daughter went out to care for the animals but soon returned with bad news: Scarlet, the littlest, friendliest lamb, had a broken leg. (Which makes me wonder: Did Velvet step on her, or did Velvet sense that something was wrong and that’s why she was standing guard?)
My daughter called my father and asked him to come over with the gun. There were tears. I hugged her and suggested she start digging the hole. “Call Papa and find out where you should bury her.”
But my husband said, “Um, can’t you splint the leg?”
Oh, right. Good idea.
There was a flurry of internet research, a visit to the neighbor’s house in search of aspirin, and a scrambling to dig through the medical supplies for wraps and such.
My father put down his gun and helped the kids set up a temporary vet station.
My daughter gave the lamb some crushed painkillers dissolved in warm water with a drop of molasses.
My son did the setting—shudder!—and then the wrapping.
He didn’t get the bone completely straight (it’s hard to tell with all the swelling), but it’s better than it was.
Hopefully, she’ll heal. This lamb is the one who almost didn’t make it in the very beginning.
If anything, she’s plucky.
This same time, years previous: the quotidian (5.25.15), rosa de jamaica tea, down to the river to play, the reason why, deviating from my norm, strawberry shortcake with milk on top, Aunt Valerie’s blueberry bars, and asparagus, goat cheese, and lemon pasta.
It's so good to see your son up and around, and able to help your poor little lamb.
The t-shirt is perfect, of course. 🙂
Oh, I hope that little lamb's leg heals. I'm rooting for the underdog, or in this case, the underlamb.
I love it that Velvet was protecting the lamb.
"Rebuilding Hope". Yes, yes it is! 🙂
Im glad you were able to fix the leg (and have some hands-on medical practice) but Im left wondering why would you not butcher the lamb if the leg was beyond repair? Its not sick or in any way compromised where the meat would be inedible.
Good point! Butchering may have been the smartest move, but a) I'm not a huge fan of lamb, b) we weren't planning on butchering them so that wasn't on my radar, c) of all the lambs, this one in the most like a pet, and d) my husband was at work and I wasn't about to spearhead a butchering project.
Ahh, entirely fair! You're not the first person I've come across who doesn't enjoy lamb, which seems a bit crazy to me because I love lamb.
I enjoy it! I just generally prefer other meats, though that's probably because I'm not that familiar with lamb…
Butchering stressed animals is not always the best option if they are young. Lambs, young calves and goats heal very well with good splinting. Army surplus often has excellent heavy field bandaging for emergency vet use and paint stir sticks are very good splint material. Vet wrap or any self sticking wrap is wonderful stuff.
One of my newborn lambs had a broken leg. I watched the vet splint it with a metal coat hanger. So now I know what to do. If you need any help, let me know!!!