Devonshire April May 17
Devonshire magazine: Events, History, wildlife of Devon
Devonshire magazine: Events, History, wildlife of Devon
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The Old Vet’nary<br />
by Ken Watson<br />
Animal Antics<br />
a friendly, family practice<br />
A<br />
farmer client told me this<br />
tale of one of his cows. One<br />
morning, sitting at breakfast,<br />
their peace was shattered by the<br />
bawling of a cow outside their<br />
window. When they went out they<br />
found a heifer from a group of incalvers<br />
two or three fields away,<br />
and she was obviously telling them<br />
something. She was freshly calved,<br />
but there was no sign of any calf. To<br />
get there she must have opened at<br />
least two gates, but she had been an<br />
orphan calf, brought up on the bottle<br />
and wise in the ways of people. As<br />
soon as she saw them she started<br />
to back away, still bawling, and<br />
then turned to head back the way<br />
she had came, yet looking back<br />
every so often to make sure they<br />
were following. So they did. They<br />
followed her back to the field she<br />
had been grazing. Once there she<br />
led them to a corner where the land<br />
dropped away and was filled with<br />
brambles, and of course in there was<br />
one of those vast industrial chicken<br />
farms. As he happened to look<br />
back to ensure the spread was even,<br />
he swore he could see something<br />
moving. He stopped and got out<br />
and went back to look. He found a<br />
newly hatched chick, a late arrival,<br />
and brought it back to his cab and<br />
put it into a cardboard box. Every<br />
farm tractor cab has plenty of stray<br />
corn seed and she stayed there<br />
contentedly pecking until the end<br />
of the day. After some period of<br />
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she sat on the throne, back to the<br />
open window, her cat came back in.<br />
It’s normal route being blocked, it<br />
had to divert to the side and looking<br />
down for a foothold spotted the<br />
flush lever. His subsequent leap<br />
from this secondary step activated<br />
the flush and my client received an<br />
unexpected shower.<br />
her newborn calf. Naturally they<br />
rescued it and mother and calf were<br />
reunited. Obviously very few cows<br />
would have done this, but she had<br />
grown up regarding human beings<br />
as the providers of everything she<br />
needed in life.<br />
Another farmer was spreading<br />
chicken manure purchased from<br />
being spoiled in the farm kitchen, she<br />
was introduced to the farmer’s small<br />
flock of egg-layers. Surprisingly<br />
they accepted her and she lived<br />
a contented life with them and in<br />
the passage of time produced eggs<br />
of her own.<br />
If you watch a cat jumping down<br />
from a high place, it will usually<br />
first place one foot over the edge<br />
ready for the spring. More than<br />
once this caused trouble in my own<br />
household if the high place is the<br />
top of the freezer, for over that edge<br />
are the sensitive control buttons. A<br />
client told me a variation on this<br />
theme. Her cat was in the habit of<br />
sunning itself on a flat roof which it<br />
reached via the bathroom window<br />
and the toilet cistern. One day, as<br />
I must tell you this anecdote about<br />
my own family. Two of my greatgrand-children<br />
were visiting the other<br />
two. The host mother, desperate<br />
to find something for them to do,<br />
said, “Why don’t you go and feed<br />
the orphan lamb?” So off they went,<br />
a full bottle ready, with mother<br />
watching from the kitchen window.<br />
Four children, one girl and three<br />
boys, aged 2-5. Guess who was<br />
in charge; well she was the eldest.<br />
Just imagine the noise, but the<br />
lamb didn’t care as long as it was<br />
getting it’s milk. It was showing<br />
appreciation by furiously wagging<br />
its tail, as lambs do. Suddenly its<br />
tail flew off. Now this is a natural<br />
consequence of the rubber ring<br />
method of docking. You know that,<br />
and I know that, but they didn’t know<br />
that! There was a sudden silence,<br />
and a few surreptitious glances over<br />
their shoulders. On brave soul even<br />
picked the withered tail up and tried<br />
to fit it back on. Eventually, after<br />
meaningful looks at each other, they<br />
returned to tell a mother who was<br />
trying to keep a straight face about<br />
it. - Ken<br />
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