My day begins at 5:15 AM feeding the sheep their grain and the lambs their bottles. I almost had a dead lamb at 5:30 AM. Here is Blinky’s story.
I uneventfully put down three pans of sheep chow this morning and picked up snuggly little Vanilla to do her bottle feeding. Most of the lambs are now nibbling at the grain. Blinky, in particular, is a bit of a chow hound. With Vanilla in my arms I watched them eating.
And then I noticed Blinky. Because in all of the chaos he was standing stock still with a glazed over look in his eyes. And then he started leaping in the air and shaking his head. He did his standing still and then leaping numerous times. I knew exactly what was going on. He was doing the sheep version of a Heimlich maneuver on himself. I figured he’d work it out. But he didn’t.
After about the fifth rearing up and shaking his head session he just slowly sank to the ground and closed his eyes. I unceremoniously dumped Vanilla on the ground and knelt by Blinky. Shallow breathes, then nothing. I rubbed his chest, nothing. I couldn’t believe that he had died right before my eyes like that!
I pried open his mouth and stuck my index finger as far down his throat as possible. While I didn’t feel an obstruction but it must have done the trick because Blinky started to gag right away and opened his eyes.
And I’m not kidding, within 10 seconds he has baaing at me for a bottle!