On Sunday when we were dealing with the second phase of moving sheep around we also did a quick check on the cows. Avarice was fine, but Wrath seemed to have a big wound on her udder. Closer inspection showed it to be even nastier than we originally thought (picture below, but don’t look if you’re squeamish).
Alex was immediately on the phone to the vet. They said that given Wrath was still up and about, and eating, then it was ok to leave it a day or two before they visited (to avoid emergency Sunday charges) but they thought our idea of spraying it with anti-biotic blue spray was a good start. Now Wrath has always been skittish at the best of times, and it was quite clear she didn’t want us getting too close to the wound. After a little patience, with Alex holding a bucket of food and giving handfuls to Wrath while I crept round, I’d managed to spray it a little, but not as much as we’d have liked.
We also walked all around the field to try and work out what had caused the wound. There were some fencing supplies in piles in various places, but none looked like they had been involved. Having decided that getting them out of the field was sensible we spent an hour or so loading up the trailer and driving them out.
The next morning we coaxed Wrath into the area between the pigs, which has a nice channel which we thought would make it easier for the vet to look at her. Unfortunately the vet didn’t make it to us until the afternoon, by which time Wrath was rather grumpy, and not keen to let anyone get close to her.
The vet could only get a look at a bit of a distance and was a little unhappy at our lack of proper cow handling facilities – we do have a crush which could potentially hold the cows, but I’ve only ever managed to get Avarice in there. She advised us to try and clean the wound, and to spray it further. We were told to contact them again if it gets worse (or I guess doesn’t get better) then we’d need to consider something a bit more complicated. We’d either need to get someone to come and knock Wrath out with a dart gun, or someone else with the kind of herding paraphenalia required to get Wrath into a crush. To cheer us up she said that if it got really bad then we might have to consider putting her down.
We managed to spray her wound again this morning, though she was not at all happy and was even more skittish. So much so that I decided it best not to try to spray her tonight, and get her to be a little calmer with us just feeding her before trying again tomorrow. Surprisingly when I went to feed her she was happy for me to get quite close to the wound, but I suspect it’s because I was on my own – and she does tend to be worse around multiple people. The wound seemed to be looking a bit better and has started to dry out, which is positive.
After the ram dying I was hoping for some positive news, but sadly not yet.