I love my Sunday Evening Routine - 9:00 pm I watch Miss Marple on PBS then I switch over to Monk and then finish the night with Lost. Well, I was just getting ready to go to bed when something keep pulling me to stay up. Maybe it was my insomnia, the fresh air running thru the house while I had all the doors open or maybe in was that special something that guides me thru life that I have learned to listen too. Anyway as I flipped thru the channels on the TV I heard a faint cry from the barn. Nothing much, just one sound. It was not a panic cry or even a sound when someone wants to nurse and Mother is having none of it but still a cry. I stepped out on the kitchen deck and with my high beam light I called the girls. Everyone came out and there did not seem to be a problem. No dogs barking, no milling around of the animals. I went back into the house and poured myself a glass of orange juice. As I sat on the couch to return to the search for a worthy show I heard another faint cry. So in my nightgown I went downstairs and put on my muck boots. As I left the shop door I received a crusty look from Llama Boy who was settling in for a night's slumber in front of the shop door. He stood quickly and followed me on the walk to the barn. All the while I was explaining to him that I just wanted to make sure everyone was O.K. before turning in. As I went thru the first gate all the girls had a paniced look on their faces. I quicken my pace and hopped the sheep panels because in the darkness I could see a faint outline of a goat hanging. I ran to it's aid - it was Boy Blue - he had some how gotten both of his feet into the metal divider which sections off the little boys from the girls. This divider has round holes just big enough to fit a hoof thru - trust me, this is the first time in 13 years this has happened. This cleaver boy managed to get one foot thru about 4 feet off the ground and the other front hoof about a foot lower. There he hung, I thought he was died. No movement, no sounds, a swallow faint breath. I lifted him up to get the weigth off his legs and to figure out how it get him out. His legs had swallon and now they where not fitting to come out without me hurting the skin. There was no time or other plan. With the force and all the kindness this task would let me do - I pulled the higher leg out and then the other. Quickly I sat on the ground and checked him over while cuddling him in my lap. I sat rocking him like the little boy he is - hoping for a sound. He then opened his eyes and took a big breath. I kissed his face and stroked his leggs. We sat for about 10 minutes calming each other. I then placed him on the ground to see if he would put weight on the legs. In pain he tried to stand. I quickly sprinted back to the house thru the tall grass that is now up to my shoulders. Ran into the house for my Rescue Remendy. Sprinted back with that and some cool packs.
Upon arriving back to the barn I had all the girls surrounding him with llama boy peaking in thru the gates. On the other side of the panel where all the little boys and Chief the great pry also wanting to know if he would be O.K. After giving the Rescue Remendy to Boy Blue and then myself (Yes, I was in need) I placed the cool packs on both legs and their I sat till the swelling went down. Those sweet eyes looking up at me said it all. "Mom, I have no idea what happen but I am sure glad your here".....
Folks wonder why I do what I do - Like I say all the time "It is like having children, you love them thru it all and wonder why you decided to have them at all"..... If it where not for my Sunday routine, the hot weather which required my doors to be open, the touch of insomnia that I have from time to time - that sweet boy would be died this morning. Thank the powers to be for my silly routine.
As I checked on him several times thru the night I give thanks for him - he is doing better this morning but still tender.
Now, the nightgown is soaking because if what I sat in while in the barn - small price to pay but it's no wonder I do not invest in fancy bed clothing - my guys do not care what I am wearing just that I show up at the right times.