About a week ago Bill responded to one of my emailed inquiries with “You have some very unusual problems.”  I don’t think he was complimenting me for creative thinking.  In that case, I had sent him some photos of a sheep which had rubbed all the wool off its neck as it was eating at the bale feeder.

This morning, I called him before most people are awake to ask about the red grapefruit hanging off the back of one of the ewes in the barn.  After a couple of follow-up questions, he thought is was very likely she had suffered a vaginal prolapse overnight and would need immediate attention to prevent more serious problems.  A bit of hurried Googling gave me some understanding of what had happened, and revealed that this is a 1% problem, keeping my streak intact.

Bill assured me that this was relatively easy to address, but that there was no way he could talk me through it over the phone.  After he arrived at the farm, he guided me through manually correcting the prolapse (if every there was a euphemism…), and then we fitted her with a prolapse truss meant to keep the problem from recurring.

I apologize for missing some of the more descriptive photos, but my hands were otherwise occupied.  And Bill was right — easy procedure, impossible to describe adequately at a distance.