Saturday 20 November 2010
Yesterday we all had a new experience here at the farm. We had a cow that needed an emergency caesarian! Gordon suggested I take photos to show you all how it went, but I declined, so be grateful for small mercies. I went from feeling a bit tearful when the vet said she needed it, to queasy when he started tugging and pulling the dead calf out (the noises were horrible), to fascinated when asked to ‘assist’ by getting the catgut out of the container for the vet to cut. Up until that point I’d stayed carefully out of viewing distance but when I had no choice but to stand beside the cow it wasn’t as awful as I’d anticipated.
The cow is on her feet and munching away at silage as if nothing is wrong and will probably be milked tomorrow morning. It took me eight weeks to get over mine and I wasn’t allowed to drive for months.