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A Bad Day for Horns

20 Jun

I usually like the fact that my goats have horns.  They help them regulate body temperature; they make good handles; they usually don’t cause problems.  But one day, Cutie’s horns all of a sudden got too long for her to get them back out of  the fence.

Cutie Pie Goodberry

Luckily, it only takes a time or two of getting stuck to figure out not to do this again.  It’s hot.  Day two of getting her horns stuck (on Saturday) left me thinking I was going to have a heart attack trying to run down the hill, across the bottom and then up the hill again to get to her.  Once I got her out, we headed back to join the rest of the herd.

I still hadn’t recovered by the time we got across the ditch to join them.  I am way too old for this stuff.

Then I noticed a white lump on the other side of a stump.  As I got closer, I got more and more scared.  Then I saw it was Antigone with her head shoved into a tree stump.  I panicked.  I thought she was dead.  I pulled her out, but as I pulled, she jumped to life (I’m sure I scared her since she couldn’t see me coming.).

That was not a good thing because she raised her head, and I hurt her horn.

We almost pulled her horn off.  That means I had to call Dr. Aimee because I couldn’t figure out how to bandage it and keep the horn stable to prevent it from bleeding every time she moved.

The vet removed her horn and used some blood stop powder and bandaged her.

By the time I got back from the vet’s office (picking up a tetanus vaccine), she had swelled enough that she was having a hard time breathing, so I unwrapped half her bandage.  She also got a good pain killer.

I got her mom, and she and Pistol spent the night in the garage.

In the morning, I took off the rest of the bandage and sprayed her with screw worm bomb to prevent maggots.

They still got to spend the day in the garage (it has air conditioning).

She’s doing much better now; although I still feel guilty.

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