They say that April showers bring May flowers…
Am pretty sure they meant the soft little rain misting showers where one can prance around in a cute little sun dress holding their lady bug umbrella in flowered rain boots.
Not the deluge/weather watch/end of the world/GET YOUR ARK rain showers that we are apparently in for.
The constant whirring of the sump pump – hey its doing it’s job.
Oh the wind is picking up – wonder what that will bring with it.
Vacation started Friday at 3pm promptly.
I typically take a week off in April – clean out some chicken coops – kick back – clean up this dump – hopefully get in a ride or two and just relax.
This weekend started with a wonderful Saturday morning. Picked up dear Evie June to spend weekend fun with her Mum and GG at Orange Acres.
That kid slays me. Evie is so funny and smart and delicious!!!! and currently – at 707 pm EST kicking up a storm in her room – fussy girl tonight! (update at publish time – finally asleep)
This morning saw an “adventure” of another kind. Not gonna lie – it was heart stopping!
Boomer scared the hell out of us! Boomer is Big Yellow and I oft complain that he is an ahole extraordinaire BUT he is my family and quite frankly my best friend.
I slept in – as I have many Sundays. Not getting fed at 630 is typically not the end of the world.
Got up – went downstairs and looked out the front window – Saw Rip (Big Horse) and B (Boomer) lying down.
Went to living room asked Hubs if he’d been out yet – no was the answer.
Yawned stretched and went outside – it was actually quite nice.
Something was off though.
Boomer was lying down still – I’m calling him and he ain’t moving and my heart stopped. The closer I got to the paddock the more my gut just sank.
I ran into the house screaming like a banshee (Ok that might be a little exaggerated) yelling to Hubs that Boomer is hung up on the fence.
Pulled the electric fence plug out it’s socket and ran like the devil himself was on my ass.
Calling him the whole time and he’s not moving.
Hubs comes crashing out the door and I take a deep breath preparing myself for the worst because I was sure he was dead.
As I was walking towards him halter in hand – I checked his rear end (dead animals typically – well – discharge all internal waste) he was clean so that was good but still not moving.
Stepped thru the fence and he looked at me – I mean really looked at me so I slipped the halter over his head and shhhhhh it’s ok Bud.
Boomer had rolled in his rolling spot and got his two back feet tangled in the only mid size tree in the entire paddock. A small apple tree.
Oh good Lord – Hubs is soooo calm and I am trying not to lose my shit because I do not know how long he has been down but he is not struggling so that is good. But his breathing is getting a little laboured and he’s sweating.
Now – how to right him??
Running like hell through the muck of all mucks (and this I am not embellishing I HAULED ASS) grabbed two lead lines.
Trying to break the branches because we dare not leave to get a saw – we loop one over the back feet and one over the front feet.
ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!! AND HEAVE!!!
Over he goes and scrambles up to his feet BUT not before clipping Hubs in the shoulder. (nothing broken – just bruised)
Trembling on legs that I am sure are numb – he exhales and coughs a couple of times to clear his lungs and I start bawling like a big old girl!!!
Fully inspected with a couple of abrasions on his back legs at the hock and I am sure his hip is sore from where he lay noting a small puncture wound in his sheath area.
Deciding to wait to see how the day progresses and consulting a friend – we don’t call the vet immediately.
Noting a small ooze of liquid near his puncture would we make the call BUT unfortunately our usual vet is not on call this weekend so we call a very realiable and respected vet in our area who we have never really dealt with before (but will in the future for sure) who gave me sound advice on what to do and to call tomorrow with an update.
We will call our usual vet first thing and have him in to just be sure all is well.
Needless to say that Boomer is now lounging in his stall with his hay net and two buckets of fresh water changed hourly and me checking on him every 30 minutes.
My alarm is set.
What a roller coaster day!!!!
Boomer is fine I am sure and I can add another experience to our ever growing repertoire of fun on the farm!
I do NOT want to go through that ever again!!! EVER!!!
Huge shout outs to Hubs of course – my anchor! – to our consultant of course and to Big Horse (Rip) who stood over Boomer protecting him until we got there.
I need a drink!!!!
Orange Acres 