Frozen lamb

Steve Kendall | Bendigo Weekly | 20-Jul-2017


THE long-suffering Mrs Kendall and I are in the middle of lambing.

You would have thought we would have given up on this “hobby” by now, as it’s quite a draining effort.

We have about 120 ewes in various stages of the birthing project at the moment with a good few lambs bouncing about.

And bouncing led one ewe lamb to a very tricky situation.

On Sunday all was noisy in the paddock, we had just fed some barley out, and the noise was noticeable from a long way off.

I was wandering around scaring off crows but Mrs K had tuned in to the sheep. A lamb was crying out, and a mum was calling back.

Next thing I noticed was Mrs K at a gallop heading for a trough.

A silly lamb was in, and paddling for her life, and making a lot of noise in the process.

Mrs K hauled her out and tried to stand her up, but she went into shock and started fitting.

We went into ER mode and rushed the lamb into the vet room in the shed.

She was swaddled in towels, rubbed dry, heat pads applied. She had a drip put in, glucose administered, drugs given for shock and infection and something to clear the lungs.

She was warmed up and after about an hour was taken to the living room to sit in front of the fire in a box.

The breathing cleared and after another hour she was standing up wondering what had just gone on.

The picture shows her at this state in front of the fire.

I though we had another orphan to handle, but Mrs K was going to attempt to reunite her with mum.

From what I have heard, this would be a tricky situation.

They would not recognise each other and also the smell would be all wrong.

But Mrs K led her out on a lead and then the yelling began.

Please excuse me while I translate the exchange that passed between mum and daughter.

“Mum, mum, mum, mum, mum,” the lamb said.

“Baby, baby, baby, baby,” the ewe said.

There was the big reunite and lamb hopped on to feed.

“You smell funny, but you’re my lamb and I am pleased to see you,” the ewe said.

“Where the hell have you been, and why are you so clean?”

So the pair were back together, and one of the stresses of lambing had been resolved.

When we checked later to see all was well, we could see the glowing-white lamb with mum, shining out as a minor victory in the battle of survival.

– Steve Kendall

twitter: @stevekendall1


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