Went out to check him this morning - you know the scenario - pushing the door open quietly, looking through your fingers and expecting the worst...
And he's fine
He was lying down; got up when I offered him and oatcake, had a stretch, another oatcake or two. No slavering, no grunting, no bloat. He's had another dose of charcoal, a wee feed and has some hay to nibble on. We'll keep him in today just to keep an eye on him but, fingers crossed, he's over the worst.
He must have had quite a low dose - just enough to make him ill. Lucky boy
Lucky us - how attached you can become to a sheep.
