When working with animals things do not always go the way we want them to.
Mia has presented with a nasty prolapse. I will not go into details here. There are plenty of sites that will give you those kinds of grisly pictures. She got into trouble yesterday late afternoon. Of course my vet was off for the afternoon and every other vet in the kingdom had gone to ground. So I put her to rights as well as I could ( with the help of a stranger vet from another county on the phone) and this morning we are taking her in the stock trailer to our usual clinic. Our vet is of course chocka block and certainly no vets have time to come out so we will know later this morning when she will be seen.
There is a chance that we may lose Mia. Which is wretched. But that is the risk we take naming and loving any animal. I am not going to labour the fact. Because I know that many of you have accepted the names of my animals and love them too. I have to remind myself that I am running a wee farm here, not a holiday camp. She is a sheep, but she is a sheep in my care so I am doing everything I can to save her.
She has made it to the morning and is eating and drinking. She seems bright.
I debated whether to put in this image of Moaning Mia as it seemed wrong somehow but maybe everything will work out OK.
At least today will be sunny and warm.