When No One but the Vet Will Do

We are lucky enough to have an outstanding one...well, actually several, but everybody has favorites.

Last night Lakota finally looked as if she might have her calf. Everybody got up by turns to check her all night.

No dice. No calf either.

Early this morning was my turn. One look and I knew something was seriously wrong. Don't know how to explain to you how you just KNOW, but you do, even if the cow is just standing there looking dopey with her tail up.

We waited until milking time, still no calf, no feet, no nothing. The boss examined her and couldn't determine what was going on, so we called our veterinarian.

Within minutes after arriving she had diagnosed a twisted uterus, which she then proceeded to straighten out without any of the boards, ropes, barnyard rodeo and such that have accompanied every other similar case we have dealt with. 

A few minutes with obstetrical chains and a detorsion bar (did I get that right?) and she and the boss were pulling a huge bull calf unhindered by the twist.

It has come to be where I just can't deal when things are wrong with animals. I worry myself sick. This was just such a case. I'm so thankful that when we need a professional we have someone who can come in and do wonders like this.

Hopefully the old cow...she is 12...will spring back and do well. At least she is up and eating the nice hay my dear brother and his lovely family brought down this morning....