Worms

I'm pretty fastidious about worms and trying to prevent them. Every day, twice a day I clear the UBF's little paddock of his poo and pile it high in the corner - so that it rots down and becomes useful for growing vegetables and the like. I clear the poo to prevent the UBF grazing near his own faeces which will more than likely contain worm eggs. It also looks nicer too, a clean field, and I'm a little pedantic about that.

I didn't give the UBF a worming paste when he arrived due to his operation and all the drugs he needed to take to recover. I imagined his tummy was a little sore and his body overwhelmed with painkillers and antibiotics so I thought I'd wait a while.

The 2 enormous white roundworms I found in his shit yesterday had me running for the Equimax quicker than a quick thing - keen to get the tube of paste down his throat and rid his tiny body of any infestation. I won't post a picture (of course I took one!) to save any of you squeamish folk a trip to the bathroom.

Worms are gross. The pus coming out of his jaw as he heals, is gross. And soon he is to be castrated which will entail all sorts of grossness. I bet you can't wait for the next instalment.

Good job he's cute.