Usually when I’m begging for someone to look deep into my eyes, it’s City Boy. I like to pretend I can mesmerize him. Or at the very least, distract him from whatever it is I’ve done that I don’t want him to know about.
However, this time I was begging Annette to look at me. She somehow up with a very cloudy eye last week and I needed to get some antibiotics into it. Seems she tore it just a bit and it’s on the verge of developing an ulcer.
Have you ever tried to get a ewe to stand still for ointment to be put into her eye? Probably not. And if you have? You’ve got my sympathy. But until you’ve tried to hold a ewe still, put ointment into her eye while trying to document it for your blog? Well, you’ve not enjoyed the experience to the fullest.
Hey, ewe…is that eye cloudy?
No, don’t look down. Look at me.
Stop squinting. I can’t get ointment in when you squint.
No, the other eye, please.
No, not your nose. You’re fogging up my lens.
There we go…one cloudy eye.
While Annette is convalescing, she’s here at the farm rather than out with her pasture mates. This has her somewhat unhappy and she bellows all day and complains all night about being cooped up in a stall. I think Firecracker told her that the last sheep was free range and she’s making it known that she expects similar treatment. Hopefully that eye of hers will heal up soon, or I may just have to ask City Boy to look deep into my eyes after all…