Two days ago, Mike and I discovered some really crap news. Wuzza, had gotten into the chicken feed.
Unfortunately, for him grain swells when it gets to the gut, and if enough is consumed it can give a sheep “grain poisoning”!
Mike pointed it out that he had diarrhea, and we quickly found the source of the problem. We were very worried for him, as he wasn’t moving around and foraging like he normally does first thing in the morning. In fact, there is rare a time when we don’t see him munching away.
We put him into the “killers” paddock which is just beside our house. I hoped being around the other sheep he would feel more comfortable and relaxed (crazy farm lady approach!) not to mention they had hay and water that should help with his tummy problems. He was very swollen.
We went to work, and the whole while I was terrified my little prince was dead. They can die that quickly from this poisoning.
I worried, I would never see him sleeping under the clothes line, or getting into the house to eat the dogs food….or calling back to us when we shout his name, or his now rare cuddles.
Not many people know this, but Wuzza actually helped me heal after the accident. I put all of my love and effort towards caring for him, which really distracted me from my own brokenness!
We were nervous to find him, however! When I walked up to him in the paddock, he was totally fine. He must not have eaten a belly full of the stuff. He had assimilated with the new sheep and wouldn’t even come (or call back) when I called him.
Now this definitely proves that he hates us! ahah, we’re just glad he is ok.