How can you not just feel so sorry for this poor little thing! Sorry enough, in fact, to bring its sick little self into your house and have it take over your bathroom, never mind the natural sheep smell or the less natural odors of, well, sick sheep.
Poor little Lizzie has been following the goats around and learning from their bad examples. Goats are, in fact, pigs, and do not stop eating until they make themselves sick. Fortunately they are more well equipped to handle over eating. Sheep? Not so much… So after waking up twice in the night last night to try to get her to take more of her bottle I realized this morning she was not getting better and brought her into the house.
She is staying in the back bathroom– the one for washing up from farm work etc., which at least means she doesn’t have access to my good towels. The small bit of grain in her bowl is mildly interesting to her at the moment, which is good, and she really seems to want the electrolytes, which is great.
The orange liquid is not Gatorade, its the electrolytes!
The veterinarian came out this morning and gave her a shot, made sure she was drinking warm water, and gave directions for her to stay in the house till she’s eating normally again. Thanks Dad! 🙂
So here’s hoping Lizzie is better soon, and this is me being grateful we have a 15 pound baby lamb instead of a 100 pound calf, because yes, you bring those in the house too!