We had a return visit yesterday from Dr. Casto, the very kind USDA vet who visited our farm last fall to enroll us in the federal scrapie program, a government service that tracks sheep and goats (mostly sheep) and provides free testing. (To find out more about that visit and the federal scrapie program, see this post.)
Annabelle didn’t feel quite so fortunate to have his company as he was here specifically to see her.
Annabelle is a Suffolk-Dorset cross. Suffolks, and other black-faced sheep, are breeds associated with scrapie and therefore of particular interest. (Annabelle doesn’t have a black face, of course–her father was a Dorset and she takes after him, but her mother was a Suffolk.)
The vet and his assistants put her up on a bale of hay in a pen.
Then they got into her unmentionables.
Annabelle felt quite violated by the time it was over.
Jester said she wouldn’t have put up with that.
By the way, the little lambs have lost their tails.
And they don’t know where to find them!
The last time the USDA vet was here, after he finished with his business as part of the federal program, he generously examined our goats and donkeys. We’d just lost Pepsi and I was full of concerns. It was wonderful to have an experienced, expert farm veterinarian with the Department of Agriculture on our farm to look at our animals and answer our questions.
I just couldn’t let him leave without saying, “Do you know how to tell if a cow is pregnant?”
He laughed and said, of course, he did, but he didn’t have any long gloves with him, sorry! (He didn’t look sorry.)
His assistant said, “I have some in my truck!”
He told his assistant he was FIRED!
Poor Dr. Casto. He wasn’t even getting paid for this.
Beulah Petunia! I raced off to call her, brought her back to the milking pen, and the vet put on his gloves.
If you’re eating breakfast, you might want to think twice at this point about continuing to view the photos in this post. You have been warned!
He’s going in!
He’s trying to be stoic!
And then he’d had all he could take and he taught his assistant a lesson for bringing those gloves with him.
And yeah, baby!!!!
“There’s a calf in there.”