Lori_the_Hoosier
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One of my formative experiences growing up was watching a large-animal vet treating a horse with a twisted bowel. I could almost hear him thinking “16 years of education, and here I am with my arm buried shoulder-deep in a horse’s ass...”
Any thoughts of a veterinary or even a medical career were put firmly aside and I became an engineer instead.
I have to admit, watching the equine vet filing down my horses' teeth makes my blood run cold; it doesn't seem to affect them, but I can't stay and watch, it makes me feel faint...
Hubby grew up on an estate where farming was a large part of daily life, and he learned very young how to turn a lamb, aid in birthing a breeching goat by pulling the kid out, and help to forceps-deliver calves from crossbreed cattle with narrowed hips. When he was a boy, they had Blackface sheep and Angora goats, which fed a small local spinning and carding concern, and Gloucester Old Spot pigs. Now, the only livestock there are cattle, beef and dairy, Charolais (beef) and Fresian cross Jersey (dairy), with a couple of Highland steers Will's father bought my stepdaughter as pets when she was younger. Will tried to teach me how to milk a cow, but I think the machine did it better, and the cow seemed to agree...
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