Take Your Medicine.



When we had the R and L off from school over Christmas we got one job out of the way , the job I hate having to do . We had to dose and inject our 20 bull weanling’s . I don’t mind the feeding or general day to day jobs with these boys but when it comes to them leaving their house and having to go into the cattle crush well that’s a different story. Myself and the farmer wouldn’t manage them on our own so we need the other two boys for help.

The last time they were in the crush was at the end of the summer to get a dose before they went in. They ran around like mad things and pawed the ground and bucked around. When they went into the crush they were lovely and quiet for the first few minutes and then they decided it would be great fun to jump up on each other while they were waiting. I always have a fear that one animal will get down in the crush and get hurt . They were good to be dosed, the farmer held their heads and I dosed them down the neck. They were easier then , they were only the size of a middle sized pony but this time they are a year old and some are up to my chest height. We also had the attitude this time , they are now shaking their heads at you and pawing the ground but not in a playful way , if you could use that word when you talk of bulls.

This time they needed to be dosed again for worms but they also needed a worming injection to cover the full worm spectrum. I got the injecting job which I love doing , I know it’s weird , R got the dosing job while the farmer held their heads and L kept them shoved up tight in the crush. My nerves were at me from lunch thinking about doing them , I was worried about the three boys being around the bulls and trying to work out where the littlest man would stay so he was no where near any bulls. The farmer keeps saying he is going to get a sign for the farms gate to say leave your feelings at the gate , which is normally what I should do. There is normally a few heated and very heated words when we are doing stock between me and the farmer but there was no this time :).

A few days before the farmer had gotten a new injecting gun to make the injecting easier but for me the gun on its widest setting was a bit big for my hand I really had to reach to get my fingers around it . So in the bulls were sent , ten up in the crush at a time while the other ten waited. There was a few very hardy boys who did everything to avoid their medicine but all in all they were good and all were done with out a loud word between us. The coughing they had before we dosed was completely gone in a few days so something worked. Their next trip to the crush is in a few weeks when they are to be TB tested but at least this time I won’t have to do anything with them other than send them up the crush.

I didn’t realise till I injected them all that they really make your hands smell bad and it lasted all day . Their is nothing very girlie about my job 🙂


4 thoughts on “Take Your Medicine.

  1. Tough work indeed and I’ll admit whn my hubby and I work with animals there are words as well. He hates my “suggestions” I hate that he wants to do things the same way he always has even though it may not work. But after 20 years we both know this farm would not be here if it wasn’t for the other. Now BE CAREFUL out there !

  2. I love reading your blogs and imagining life in Ireland. Here in Wisconsin, I have llamas and alpacas. My daughter has a farm nearby and we help each other out. About a month ago, we had to trim hooves, clip their bangs so they could see, and inject ivocmectin. I think my daughter and I work well together because I’ve learned to just follow her lead. Her husband hasn’t figured that out yet and they sometimes but heads.

    • Am delighted you enjoy the blog 🙂 I think us women mind it easier to work together but men find it a little harder to follow they like to lead most of the time and thats what they are used to . We often butt heads with each other but after a few minutes its all forgotten till the next day :).

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