Whew. At 8:45 p.m. Tuesday night, Hank finally decided it was okay to drink water.
Give us all a heart attack, why don't you?
The vet reports that his current behavior (eating fine, then not eating fine because the acid content
in his stomach changes and he doesn't feel well for awhile, then eating fine again)
helps confirm the diagnosis of ulcers, and I should expect that for awhile after he comes home,
which should be today as long as: 1) his protein levels are normal and
2) it doesn't rain and I can get there to pick him up.
All the vets at the clinic agree that Hank is not comfortable in that environment
and shouldn't stay any longer than necessary. Sort of like me when I go to town.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the rest of the herd is anxiously awaiting Hank’s return.
Lucy, George and Alan are leaderless and seem uncertain of what to do in his absence.
I shot the following video yesterday, when: 1) they were late coming home in the morning,
2) Alan attempted to leave before I could put on his fly mask and grazing muzzle,
3) they all stood at the gate wondering where Hank was,
and 4) they spent much of the day napping.
You might notice a different look to this video. I broke my Flip video camera
a few weeks ago and had to get a new one. That turned out to be a good thing because
I’d been wanting a hands-free head-cam for awhile. We’ll be having all kinds of fun with it,
especially when I figure out how to put it on someone’s head other than my own.
p.s. I'll update the Twitter feed at the bottom of this page throughout the day as the situation warrants.
p.p.s. Have I told you lately how much your support and concern and comments
have helped me get through this?
I don't know what comes after p.p.s. but I'll try to remember to wear the head-cam
for the Hank/herd reunion.