Post by cddexter on Aug 2, 2011 14:02:57 GMT -5
Kim, not every situation is the same, but like Patti, I've had a similar problem. This is mine, and the outcome:
I left early to go 60 miles away to visit my mother, and arrived home after 10 pm to hear a message on my machine from my neighbour that my cows got out but he'd chased them back in again for me. He thought I should know he'd noticed blood dripping off a teat.
So there I am, pitch dark outside, flashlight in hand, trying to get close to the herd to see if I can find a damaged udder or teat. Of course the cows could only see the shaft of light, and even hearing my voice, milled around nervously. I finally spotted blood on one of the Bedford cows (wouldn't you know!) and got close enough to see the whole teat was ripped open with red milk leaking out. I managed to get her into the yard and in a clean pen. The vet took one look and said it had happened too long ago (that morning, probably), and it was too late to stitch effectively. He figured if I just left it, it would heal on it's own, but to poof it with sulpher powder.
Well, I did, and it did. The calf decided it didn't like the sulpher, so the teat did have a chance to rest. It did heal, and it could be milked, but there was a small hole in the side of the teat that continued to spray milk under pressure before she calved, and when she'd bagged up between nursings. Eventually the hole did close, and after about three years you'd never know there'd been an issue. So don't lose hope. From the pic, and if my experience is anything to go by, I think the bit of excised flesh will atrophy and fall off. It may leave a weird shaped teat, but still usable.
The rest of the story: Meanwhile, in the morning, I found out where the cows got out, and the fence was cut and peeled back right where the bush was thickest, and it wouldn't be noticed on casual inspection. I'm guessing the cows were curious about the activity, and when the cows found the hole, got onto the road and were headed home along the fence line. They turned in at the neighbours, and he and his not-trained-for-anything german shepherd X chased them around his yard for a while and Dora had panicked and tried to jump a 4' barb wire fence.
(This was the neighbour from hell, and a convicted pyromaniac . After he moved next door, I had a fire in the hayfield, fences cut twice, a whole row of round bale silage bags slashed open, and plants poisoned with Roundup. Oh yes, and twice the SPCA turned up from his complaints (cows crying because they had no water, when actually they have free choice 24/7, and it was weaning time; the other complaint was dreadful, muddy conditions when actually there was about a foot of mud just in the gateway from the winter pen into the barn and everything else was dry). Classic symptoms...he'd turn up all sincere and helpful that he just happened to notice something..give you the bad news, and then hang around to watch your reaction. The police agreed he was the likely source for the vandalism, but said unless I could actually catch him in the act, there was nothing they could do. He moved away several years later, thank heavens.) c.
I left early to go 60 miles away to visit my mother, and arrived home after 10 pm to hear a message on my machine from my neighbour that my cows got out but he'd chased them back in again for me. He thought I should know he'd noticed blood dripping off a teat.
So there I am, pitch dark outside, flashlight in hand, trying to get close to the herd to see if I can find a damaged udder or teat. Of course the cows could only see the shaft of light, and even hearing my voice, milled around nervously. I finally spotted blood on one of the Bedford cows (wouldn't you know!) and got close enough to see the whole teat was ripped open with red milk leaking out. I managed to get her into the yard and in a clean pen. The vet took one look and said it had happened too long ago (that morning, probably), and it was too late to stitch effectively. He figured if I just left it, it would heal on it's own, but to poof it with sulpher powder.
Well, I did, and it did. The calf decided it didn't like the sulpher, so the teat did have a chance to rest. It did heal, and it could be milked, but there was a small hole in the side of the teat that continued to spray milk under pressure before she calved, and when she'd bagged up between nursings. Eventually the hole did close, and after about three years you'd never know there'd been an issue. So don't lose hope. From the pic, and if my experience is anything to go by, I think the bit of excised flesh will atrophy and fall off. It may leave a weird shaped teat, but still usable.
The rest of the story: Meanwhile, in the morning, I found out where the cows got out, and the fence was cut and peeled back right where the bush was thickest, and it wouldn't be noticed on casual inspection. I'm guessing the cows were curious about the activity, and when the cows found the hole, got onto the road and were headed home along the fence line. They turned in at the neighbours, and he and his not-trained-for-anything german shepherd X chased them around his yard for a while and Dora had panicked and tried to jump a 4' barb wire fence.
(This was the neighbour from hell, and a convicted pyromaniac . After he moved next door, I had a fire in the hayfield, fences cut twice, a whole row of round bale silage bags slashed open, and plants poisoned with Roundup. Oh yes, and twice the SPCA turned up from his complaints (cows crying because they had no water, when actually they have free choice 24/7, and it was weaning time; the other complaint was dreadful, muddy conditions when actually there was about a foot of mud just in the gateway from the winter pen into the barn and everything else was dry). Classic symptoms...he'd turn up all sincere and helpful that he just happened to notice something..give you the bad news, and then hang around to watch your reaction. The police agreed he was the likely source for the vandalism, but said unless I could actually catch him in the act, there was nothing they could do. He moved away several years later, thank heavens.) c.