Yesterday was rather a stressful day, so let me preface this post by saying everyone is no worse than they were before yesterday. I came home from work, opened the front door and Bob streaked out past me. Snickers was sitting on the kitchen table (that’s okay; it’s not a food table) and as I pushed the door open farther, I saw blood.
I mean there was blood all over the kitchen floor. For a fleeting moment I thought of The Duel, but I calmed myself enough to look for the kitchen chicken.
Honey (helping make new spider plants)
She was standing in the bathroom but wandered out and started eating and talking to me. Then I really got worried when she looked fine.
I couldn’t check Bob, so I went to find Leo and make sure she hadn’t pecked his eyes out.
Everyone seemed okay, so I did a closer check of the chicken and found a cut on her toe. I’m guessing, she stepped on the register vent and then sliced her toe when she pulled it back out. It was enough to panic me and make me realize the usual kitchen chicken mess is really not such a big deal compared to yesterday’s mess. The cleanup would have to wait until after chores.
After another morning starting at -21*F/-29.44*C, I did a quick walk to make sure everyone was still doing well before I actually started feeding the animals. MJ was lying in a really odd position with his face right into the barn wall. Before panicking, I decided to feed and see how things went. After starting the goats on their food, I took my pitcher of corn to MJ. He tried to get up several times, each time falling back into the side of the barn. I really was worried for a minute that he might actually bust the wall. Then he gave up. I started crying right away. Really, I know he’s in the twilight of his life, and this horrible cold winter is really hard on him, but I’m still not ready.
I put the pan of corn in front of him and he was happy to start eating right where he was. I fed the goats and then decided I’d have to figure out what to do. I went back to MJ, and he was still lying there with his face against the wall again. I cried on him some more and hugged him, and then I went to call the vet.
I told the tech who answered the phone that my steer couldn’t get up, and she put me on hold to get the vet. While I waited, I walked back out to hug my giant baby again. You know it’s bad when I didn’t even recognize the vet’s voice because he was so serious. I stood there looking at MJ and told the vet, “I must just have to cry on him because he’s standing.”
Seriously. He was standing. Of course, that made the vet laugh, and I am quite relieved. The vet agreed, this has been a horrible winter for the old animals. I see MJ growing weaker in the back leg every day, but there’s not a lot I can do about it. I just love him and feed him and carry him buckets of water on his bad days.
Now I know to cry over him to help him out too.
Linking to Alphabe-Thursday for the letter M. I’m also sharing at Rurality Blog Hop.