No! No! Raise that limbo bar! Nothing like a evening round of chase-the-sheep to pinpoint all the trouble spots on your anatomy. I have had to face the fact that I am not as flexible as I used to be. (Honestly, that is so darn funny, I cannot even tell you!)
I think it is safe to assume that Banyan is no longer lame. If he is, I missed it in the blur that were his little legs as he flew around the paddock avoiding my grasp. On Sunday, he could not put any pressure at all on his right rear leg. On Monday, I called the vet and we negotiated an early morning appointment for yesterday. If at all possible, I will transport my livestock TO the vet. As we all know, as soon as their front tires are on your driveway, it's -- cha-ching! -- at least $60.
Sorry (I do say that alot, don't I?) but I feel compelled to zag off on a small rant. This has to do with priorities. Those of you with livestock know that having a good vet and a good relationship (as in paying your bill) with said vet is VERY important. I would pay my vet before I paid my doctor. I would pay my vet before I paid my mechanic. I would pay my vet before I put fuel oil in my tank for winter. Yet, there are some people - okay, one person I am ranting about - who screams holy hell, cries, wrings her hands, phones her vet at all hours, whines, winges, and overall carries on, gets the vet to race over with meds and help (this person has had to leave for work, thank you, and has made no arrangements for help to be there), then, when the emergency is over, says, Oh, I don't have any money. I'll pay you in trade. Which is also funny, as this person never pays her debts in any way - cash or trade. This has happened twice to my vet with the same person. I don't fault my vet ('tho I did warn her), as she is a caring person and feels she has a duty to care for a sick or injured animal. And, unfortunately, lives down the road from the slacker. This same slacker then posts about her new horse she had to buy, a trip to the MEN fair (complete with hotel, etc.), her new this, her new that. Where are her priorities? How dare she stiff her vet?
Okay. I feel a little better. If I haven't lost y'all by now, I'll zig back.
As soon as vet arrangements were made, Banyan made a fast recovery. I do love it when that happens. Then, this morning, as I let them out into their larger paddock, I was missing a lamb. Acacia was nowhere to be seen. I did hear her muffled maaaas, and eventually found her wedged behind the llama's hay feeder. I don't know how long she had been there (not all night, for sure), but she couldn't get backed out. I managed to contort myself into interesting positions and pull her out. I then put her on my lap and rubbed some feeling back into her front legs, which were a little wobbly. Then I closed all the gates and went inside and had another cup of coffee. I considered "Irishing" it, but thought better of it. A couple of ibuprofen and hidey-ho, off I go. I keep telling myself this life I've chosen will keep me young. Let's hope.