I named him George, he needed a tough name.
I found George next to his dead mother. George had not been by his mother the day before. No doubt he had tried to get nourishment from other yews. They had all rejected him, as it is in nature.
Now he was in trouble. On my morning walks I noticed his mother a few days earlier. She didn't look right. I made a mental note that she did not have a lamb, thankfully. BUT I WAS WRONG.
I recognized the brand but could not locate the Rancher. When I came home I asked Gene to get a ladder and a shovel. We were either going over or under the tall wire fence enclosure. He was very dehydrated. I rubbed him down with water and forced him to drink a little. He did not move.
I have raised several bummers. Bummers are newly born lambs who have been rejected by their mothers or who have lost their mother during the birthing process. I know of a special formula. It consists mainly of molasses, salt, baking soda and warm water.
It had worked well in the past. However, little George was not improving. He is probably the only lamb that has been chauffeured to the Vet in a Mercedes. The Vet gave me lots of encouragement but that was all.
George smelling poppies, he must be getting better.
All Bummers go back into the barn for the night.
George slowly improved. Now I could feed him a special lamb formula, rich in nutrients. He spent his days at his beach house and his nights in the barn. As soon as my Bummers get healthy and strong I give them back to the Farmers. This one was hard to let go.
Have a great weekend my dear Blogging Friends.
Gina