Good morning all,
I am, and always have been a lover of all animals, I guess I just have a very big soft spot for them. I can't ever imagine my life with out some sort of animal in it. I will go so far as to say, that you can tell a lot by a person on how they treat animals ... I have had people come to my home, and I have had my Rat Terriers put their little paws up to them, only to have the person swat them down. Which I dislike very much. And tells me a lot about that person ... which I will say right now, makes me NOT want to like that person. But this post is not about dogs or cats, Lord knows, I have a ton of them.
It is about a ram named Buddy, he is one of my Cheviot rams. I have had him for about three years now. I have two Cheviot rams, he is a smaller lower to the ground Cheviot who hails from the Judy Moore Cheviot bloodline. That is him on my header photo.
Well about three weeks ago now I came home from work on a Friday, and started to feed the rams, I have them separated from the ewes still. And when I was feeding them I thought I had seen Buddy's footing has a slip in it ... but passed it off as the ground was muddy from all the rain we were having.
Next day, I noticed he and the other rams, out in the pasture ... nothing out of the ordinary, but at feeding time I noticed he had blood on his head ... again, nothing out of the ordinary. The rams have been really tough on each other this year. Which is very strange. On Sunday, I asked hubby to look at him and see what he thought, he said he seem a little off but did not seem concerned. By Tuesday when I drove up the drive way to get the mail and back to the house. I noticed his eyes were really moving in his head ... I mean like uncontrollable! Now, Buddy is not what you would call a friendly sort of a ram ... A few hours later I go out to feed them and I see Buddy is laying up in the pasture on his side with his legs, stretched out ... like he is as stiff as a board.
Okay, he's dead I say to myself no need to go check, I by now know a dead sheep even when I see them from a distance. So I call hubby and say, well, you have to come home and help me dig a hole ... buddy is dead. So my hubby being the good person he is came home, he even stopped and bought a brand new hoe ... We gather everything we need together get up to where Buddy is ... and hubby says" hey Buddy, what are you doing laying down? Get up"
I say, your mean that's not nice come on, lets just get the hole done ...
He being the smart "A" ... says,"I'm no Vet but I don't think he's dead if he is still breathing"
I turn around and yep, sure enough there he is ... still breathing. We get him up and put him in the stall ... and think well, he may not make it so we dig the hole and I hope for the best.
Here Buddy is in his new home ...
You can see his eyes are fine ...
His leg is a little weak still ... see how he holds it.
And yes, a reminder ... that is life is fragile ...
Here is what we think happened, the rams were bumping heads so hard, that Buddy just got hit so hard that it made his brain swell. He has been through it though. Over a 3 week period he has come back to almost 100%! He still has one leg that is a bit weak, but getting stronger every day ... He is alert and eating fine. Swelling is gone and he is just about back to his mean ole self. He tries to rush the gate every time I go to feed him But he will stay put for at least 3 more weeks. Just another day of farm life. Thanks for stopping by the farm.