Thursday, February 10, 2011

Stupid ^%$&^**$(%% country living.....

It's been a hell of a day.

It all started out so nicely. Matilda was bright-eyed. Little Thor was bushy-tailed. Everything was going well.

While cleaning Matilda's pen this morning, I noticed Thor kept nursing only on Matilda's left front teat. The left back quarter of her udder is dead (killed off by a bad case of mastitis two years ago) but the other three quarters work well. So why was Thor only using that one teat?

Ever mindful of mastitis, I walked around to Matilda's right side and squirted some milk from her right front teat. Clean pure milk, no sign of mastitis. So far so good. I reached back to squirt from her right rear teat.

It was gone.

I mean, no kidding - the teat was gone. It's like waking up and finding your right foot is missing or something. How does a significant body part just disappear?

And let me tell you, I looked. And groped. And felt. And groped some more. It was just...gone. It was freaky.

After kneeling in the barn muck and looking carefully, I determined that somehow the teat had been totally - and I mean completely - swallowed up by the turgid udder. Certainly that quarter was tight as a drum and hard as a rock with milk. But with the teat quite literally flush against the skin of the udder, how the hell was I supposed to milk her out and provide relief?

A little probing and I was able to get a stream of milk to come out, but without a teat to grab hold of, it was only temporary.

Milk squirting from the missing teat (side view).

Milk squirting, view from behind.  The small bump on the left is the forward left teat visible around the curve of the udder.

Okay fine. I knew it was time to start milking Matilda anyway - gotta keep vigilant for mastitis - but I wasn't planning on doing it right this second. So I finished feeding the livestock and waited for the rest of the family to get up so Don could help me clean out the items that had cluttered up the milking pen. We moved the heavy stuff that somehow got shoved there in the last few months (a sheet of siding, a bicycle, the log splitter, a friend's saddle, etc.) and I got all the accouterments together to milk.

Well the milking went fine except I simply couldn't budge that inverted teat. There was nothing to grab. The saving grace is when I pushed and prodded on the udder a bit, it started squirting on its own for a few minutes, and there was no hint of mastitis. (Yet.)

Okay fine. We decided to let Matilda and Thor loose in the driveway and give the new guy a glimpse of the watery sunlight we were having. He didn't want to leave the barn - it's a big wide scary world out there - but that was okay, mama was nearby.

Meanwhile I had to figure out what to do about that inverted teat. I called the vet clinic that services the dairy herd from which we originally got Matilda. They've walked me through a number of issues in the past (notably the mastitis), and I continue to consult them because they specialize in dairy cows.

But when I spoke to a vet, he was clueless. Baffled. Completely mystified. In forty years of treating cows, he told me, he's never heard of this condition.

Oh great. Just what I wanted: to make veterinary history.

But he and another (local) vet suggested that I get hold a the largest syringe I can find, cut the sharp syringe part off, fit the body of the syringe over the teat, and use the plunger to create a reverse suction and try to draw out the teat that way. If nothing else, hopefully I can withdraw some of the milk that's making the quarter so turgid.

Trouble is, there were no such syringes locally.

I called our county seat (a 45 minute drive away) and found a vet's office that carried them, then called a neighbor who was in town and asked if she could stop and pick some up. Oops! She was in Coeur d'Alene for the day, not the county seat. Okay fine. I called the vet and canceled that order, then called around in Coeur d'Alene until I found some giganto syringes. Our neighbor kindly promised to pick them up for me.

In the afternoon a different neighbor stopped in to see the new calf and he pointed out something I had noticed but not realized the significance of: Thor had scours.

Scours is a stinky yellow diarrhea that can kill calves through dehydration within a day or two. Alarmed, Don and I rattled the internet searching for remedies and found that he apparently has a mild case. According to one website, "Calves that are scouring but remain bright and continue to suckle do not require treatment, however calves that are depressed and off the suck should be treated early to avoid calf losses and disease spread." Thor was certainly bouncing around the barn in bright spirits and nursing healthily. But we're keeping a sharp eye on him to make sure it doesn't get worse.

Meanwhile evening came and our neighbor still wasn't home with the syringes, but I needed to milk Matilda. As the daylight faded, I tied her head in the milking pen, but before I could block her in from behind she started backing out just far enough that I couldn't position her correctly to milk. She was distressed because her calf was out of sight. She was calm and unalarmed this morning when I milked her, but I guess the descending nightfall triggered her concern because she was fighting the tie and thrashing around.

Okay fine. I enlisted Don's help, we located a tiny halter which we slipped on Thor, then hooked him up to a lead rope with the intent of tying him near mama's head to calm her down.

Let me tell you, calves hate to be pulled anywhere. Some instinct tells them to brace all four little hooves and resist. So Thor resisted. And resisted. And resisted. We kind of half-carried, half-dragged him near Matilda's head and tied him in place. You'd think we were torturing him.

But at least Matilda relaxed. Relaxed yes, but wouldn't move forward the step or two we needed to lock her in the milking pen. (Are we having fun yet?) It was getting dark and just then a car drove up our driveway. Our neighbor with the syringes please please please? No, it was Maid Elizabeth, the big sister of our friend Miss Calamity (who was visiting) come to pick Miss C. up and bring her home for dinner. So Maid Elizabeth got to see us in all our pushing, shoving, muddy, poopy glory.

While Don tugged Matilda's halter, Maid Elizabeth helped me shove her from behind until she took those two critical steps forward. I was able to get her locked into the milking pen, tie her back leg (so I wouldn't get kicked), and milk. But of course that back quarter teat was still totally inverted and I couldn't get anything out of it.

Meanwhile Thor, who was still not pleased to be dragged where he didn't want to go, backed into me and spread stinky yellow diarrhea all over the back of my shirt. (Are we having fun yet?) Nothing I could do about it, Don and I were already covered with mud and worse.

We finished milking and released all the animals back into the pen with fresh food and water. Don went back inside while I closed up the chicken coop and realized two chickens were missing. Sigh. (Happens almost every night.) I went and found a flashlight and searched their usual haunts and found them easily enough. I was able to catch one, but the other hen, loopy in the darkness, went on a befuddled chase around the barn until she finally found her way out and into the coop. I buttoned up the chickens and came into the house in a merry temper.

The house was a sty (which normally wouldn't bother me except I always get wound up tight as a drum whenever milking issues happen) so the kids scurried around putting things to rights while I tackled the kitchen.

Then I went up to check my email and found a little love-note from Don with a link to a Swedish a capella men's quintet. (I love a capella music.) Aww. (Sniffle.) I sure do love this guy. He knows how to unkink my knots.

So to everyone who ever fantasizes about the ease and simplicity of country living, I hope this post corrects some misconceptions. It's not just gathering warm eggs and seeing baby calves being born. It's also about mastitis and cranky cows, stinky yellow diarrhea and mysterious teat conditions that baffle experienced vets.

But most of all, it's about a spouse who loves you enough to send you love notes when you need them. Because let me tell you, country living requires teamwork.


  1. So I guess I won't make my planned blog post tonight about how long it took to thaw the frozen milk on the counter and how the wheat bread came out too soft to make a decent sandwich. All of a sudden it seems like a whole lot of nothing!!!!

    BTW, you wrote that progression of events so well that I felt tension and frustration. Great job. If that helps !

  2. Patrice, I have worked as a milker on several dairy farms and have never seen a teat do that! Poor Matilda! As for Thor and his scours...poor baby! I worked branding crew in Montana and when we brought the Spring calves in for branding, a lot of them had scours. When we branded, we automatically injected them with an antibiotic treatment for scours...whether they had them or not. I totally empathize with the poopy butt up against you situation...had that happen many, many times while branding! I ended up just throwing away one pair of jeans by the end of the day because so many calves had *sprayed* me!

  3. In between the first vet and the second vet part the thought of a bathroom plunger popped into my head, LOL....but seriously, there's always something going on at a homestead ~ Murphy's Law knows no boundaries......apparently it isn't just us learning, it's knowledgeable vets too, hehe......

    I hope for the best for both of them, and you two, too......

  4. Ugh, well this was a good post for me to read. I am a little disconcerted with our goats and nervous about kidding coming up this spring. They are smaller at least, but still hard to handle. This will be our first kidding season.

    I was thinking about how people don't understand just yesterday when the goats got into the hay shed AGAIN, so I killed my back trying to make the heap of sh&* smaller so they could not hop over in the dead of winter. DH had to go out and build an impromptu wall which saved the those men.

    Gotta love those kids who trash the house while you're out and snap into shape when you're "in that mood".

    Thanks for the good story. ;)

  5. Patrice -
    When my calves scour from too much milk, I cut way back on the milk for a couple of days and feed about 2 -3 pints of electrolytes in a bottle or stomach tube twice a day depending on how bad the scouring is.
    I'll also give Kaopectate at a dose by body weight or give them some rennet, pectin or gelatin so that the milk slows down going through the abomasum.
    Good luck :-)

  6. You may consider if there is any Emergency Medical Service in your area, asking if you can "borrow" a Combitube or King Airway device which both come with extremely large syringes. Chances are if they train with these items (which they should)they may have extra syringes laying around with their training aids. Thanks for the continuing great articles.

  7. yeah, I am just an urban farmer at the moment but I lost my last chicken last night - it all sounds good in theory - but. . . it is good to keep perspective. Thanks for telling us the whole truth. :/

  8. What a fall back to reality after all of the cute calf pictures yesterday. You certainly show both sides of the coin, Patrice!

  9. If the swelling (edema) of the udder makes it impossible to milk (or find) the teat, it may help to rub in Udder Comfort, as it helps reduce edema. Also to help milk out that quarter, you might try using an infusion canula without the syringe attached. Just insert and let the milk drain out. Remember to remove the canula, and make sure to dip after as it increases the chances of mastitis to open the teat canal up like that. The links are just so you can see what I'm talking about. Just a couple of suggestions from some dairy farmers in upstate NY. Good Luck!

  10. If you could have put this on a you tube video it would have gone viral! And where in the world did they come up with the word "scours"???:)
    Truly am sorry for Matilda and Thor and hope things are better today. Bless your heart!
    ps Your story kind of makes me want to have a fish pond and barter for the milk. Oh shoot, the pond would freeze and I'd probably fall in- plus I'd have to deal with 'scales':) sorry, couldn't resist...

  11. I hope today is a much better day!
    I'll ask my hubby about a Combitube... I think they had some that were too old to use.

  12. Wow sure sounds like the S**t hit the fan yesterday! I wish I had advice or knowledge to give, but there seems to be plenty of that in the previous posts. I hope today brings solutions and health to both Matilda and Thor!

    Had Enuff

  13. What a pain in the butt!!! When we get around to buying a cow, we will follow your advise and spend the money at the beginning to hopefully make life easier.

    Praying for ya sweetie.

  14. Scours is so serious! I am sorry. I recently saw a product for treating scours online, tried to search for it and I could not find it to share with you....Maybe you could go out on a limb and try old fashioned pepto bismol to stop the diarrhea? (stupid I know but...) Try holding a heating pad on the teat for a bit if you can. The heat can help. I am sorry you are having such a good ol farm day. Melissa

  15. Sounds like you're good on the syringes then - I'll tell Barry you don't need the combitube after all.

  16. 2 words: BREAST PUMP!

    Anonymous Patriot

  17. I would bet you that even in a state like mine which prides itself in agriculture science, people would be scratching their heads and thinking...hunhh? That Matilda is a curious critter.

  18. Hunh. Never run across a case of a disappearing teat before!

    We get a lot of yellow runny poopy butts from the mommas that produce a lot (too much) milk from the smaller ruminants. I would imagine that it will fix itself if/when you start milking. If it (poop) turns grayish and nasty smelling, it is quickly fatal if untreated. We find that spectinomycin is a miracle worker for the smaller ruminants (and pigs).

  19. I've always loved your photos, but Peanut-Butter Butt was maybe a tad more info than I was ready for! :)

    The syringes might work, depending on how stubborn the teat is, but I would find something to cushion the cut off edge with. A short piece of rubber tubing split lengthwise and slipped over the edge or something similar.

    Do you believe the udder has swollen down around the teat, so there's actually no teat to "draw back out" out of the udder, or do you believe the udder hasn't changed and the teat has withdrawn or inverted for some reason? The former would mean reducing the udder is the only answer, whereas the latter would lead me to believe it may well be possible to "retrieve" the teat and pull it out.


    Jeff - Tucson

  20. Huunnh? I stand corrected swamp woman. I am no expert but rather a smart a%$, who infuriates the experts. I bow before your first hand knowlege. We have different areas of experience. You go lady.

  21. Sorry you are having trouble Patrice. I would think a bolus would be the best thing at this point . We fight scours a lot on a beef farm. There is also treatment for the cow before giving birth that can help next time. Hope thor is still doing ok. If not, I submit for you my favorite male vocal group, "Straight, No Chaser". This one is a Christmas song, but it has to get a smile out of you! .

  22. I'm a little late to this party but for future reference...

    Slippery Elm Bark stops diarrhea in humans and animals, usually within hours. You can sprinkle the powder over their food, make a tea or puree and add it to the milk bottle, or squirt it by syringe into the mouth. Works for kids too. ;-)

    Here's one description:

    Here's a good place to buy it: (my brother-in-law's business)

    Also, on the inverted teat, what about a hand held human breast pump?

    Enjoyed reading your blog.