Sheep rescue

For gods sake I don't even like sheep. I mean I love all animals - truly I do but some more than others and sheep.........well they are pretty much down the bottom of my pecking order. Koalas, possums, ducks, galahs and bunnies - and of course the devine cuteness of the platypus are of the highest order with the Paccas. I digress........

Anyway the boys had been down the creek area and found a sheep on its back and unable to get up. Either had fallen down the hill or been biten by a snake (lower in pecking order than sheep). We contacted the adjoining property owner , who leases his land to the sheep owner (Boo Hiss) who did apparently go looking and couldn't find it. Either he is blind or total dickhead (maybe both). He told owner of property sheep has gotten up and is ok so we are all happy :)

Connor, late in the afternoon, finds it still there and we can not do anything as it is dark and cold and dangerous. I racked my brains as to how I could fix this (did I mention I have a God complex?) and after much debate with self, decide best option is to ask different neighbour to bring quad bike and come have a look. Greg disappears at this point as later tells me I needed to do this myself (nice guy!).

So here I am on the back of a quad bike for the first time and trying to be cool and farm competent, so we ride on the bike and I hold on to the side bars - did not want to hang onto his waist and appear too girly! We get to the sheep and he stands her up and she eventually bears her own weight and we guess perhaps just got stuck and once she is back on her feet she will be ok. We put her (now called "DAISY") on the back of the quad lying down and I sit in front of her with her back legs in one hand and front in the other. Oh crap now I have to get close to stinky sheep and ride quad with no hands to hold on. Still I do it fine and do not complain and get a sore butt trying to hold on with my thighs ! I digress again....

Basically we nursed this sheep for 8 days. We hand fed her, covered her in a blanket, forced water down her thraot and even took her to the vet on day 6 and paid $107 , which now in Vic this is about 5 hours pay, but my higher self tells me I have the means to save her so I must. Day 8 after calls to 3 gatherer type neighbours (not hunters!) poor Daisy Doo Doo (new name) had to be shot. Cam and I in tears and a total mess, and now she has a lovely grave on the hill.

Moral of the story....don't rescue sheep! And yes everyone told me this .