Today was fun.
By 4:00 I had retreated to my bed and hid from the world under my down blanket.
We’ve been watching one of our calves with scours. Yesterday we started electrolytes and while doing my barn chores this morning I discovered the original calf was not improving and his diarrhea appeared to be tinged with blood and that the second calf also was exhibiting symptoms.
Now the Old Man was in a training class and just not available for my farm shenanigans. But we were able to exchange a few texts and we determined it’s time to act–making phone calls and asking questions. Lots of questions. It was up to me to figure out what to do next.
Part of me was afraid to ask those questions. I did enough googling to be sufficiently freaked out. I was truely afraid of what I would hear…. imaging the worst which always ended in certain doom for everyone–cows, chickens, pigs and family. I don’t know, mad cow disease or something.
Thankfully a friend gave me some info and pointed me to people that can help a citygirl out: the OSU Extention Office. I got to talk with the vet directly and she patiently answered all my questions, calmed my fears and gave me a clear course of action.
What was that course of action?
1. Get a fecal sample
2. Take their temperatures
I paced the floor. Watched a you-tube video. Paced some more. Looked it up in my cow book. Paced. Messaged my friend again. Went back to pacing.
Then I did what any citykid would do…. put on my big girl britches and muck boots, make a trip to the store for rubber gloves, and recruit my eleven-year-old farmboy to help a girl out.
I’ll spare you the details. But the two of us got the job done.
The vet gave me a couple of ideas of what she suspected the cause to be. My friend was able to give me more info based on her experience. And when the Old Man got home he talked me out of my hiding place under the covers.
Information, facts and the kindness of others do much to assuage fears.
And one digital-thermometer at a time this citykid becomes a farmgirl.
(We’ll find out tomorrow the cause of the scours and the solution.)