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Sunday, June 29, 2014

All in a day's work


Most days, we are out of the house by 8am and driving to farms either to register new farms for the study or to do follow up visits which may include rebuilding/renovating the cows sleeping pen. On our initial visits, we take pictures, do a physical exam, measure the animals and attach accelerometers on the cows. The accelerometer records the cow’s location and movement in 3 dimensions. This will help determine when and how often the cow is resting. You may be asking yourself, why would that be something we want to know, well it is simple, a cow that is laying down is generally not hungry, not thirsty and is making milk.  

On our second visit to the farms, treatment farms get a bit of a makeover. We basically start by accessing the cow’s resting pen then set out to make it more comfortable for the cow. In some cases, the floors are cement blocks or very lumpy hard packed dirt so we often start by loosening the dirt or adding more of it to soften the ground. At the same time, we do a bit of demo removing boards that prevent the cow from lunging when she gets up otherwise she won’t want to sleep there as she won’t be able to get up. We also generally need to add in a neck rail and brisket board so that when she stands in her stall, any manure she passes will fall outside the stall reducing the risk of mastitis. It may not seem like important work to remodel one cow’s sleeping pen but let me tell you, it means the world to that cow and any other cow that will one day use to pen to be able to lay down and get up without hurting herself. The proof, as construction was finished at one of the farms, a cow walked right into her pen and laid down even as there was still commotion around. Who knows when the last time that cow had a good night’s sleep? (Picture below)

For those of you that know me, you know that the prospect of demo and construction are not scary, in fact it is just plain good fun. It has come with its own challenges though. You see, the men that work with us here are not very used to seeing two young women using hammer and saw. I think it may be instinct for them to take the hammer and do the job as I was told that building in men’s work. You can imagine that is has taken me a number of deep breaths, walking away and repeating to myself that they are only trying to be nice to keep from stealing the hammer back or saying something that I really shouldn’t. We did need to let them know that Canadian women like using tools and aren’t used to just sitting and watching construction getting done. Since then, things have found a balance of sorts. There is a tool I have decided to leave to the men and that is the panga or what we call a machete. It is a very versatile tool that we use to round out the edges of boards, straighten out beams, remove sharp edges and dig post holes. I personally feel more comfortable with a hammer and saw but I’m sure by the end of the summer I’ll have given the panga a try but for right now it is probably safer that I not use the big sharp nice to hack away at a board near people and cows.

This coming week, we will be doing return visits to some of our study farms but we will also be going to farms that were part of last year’s study. At these farms, we will be doing physical exams on the study cow and the heifer if it is there as well as taking blood samples and checking for mastitis.

Yesterday, one of the cows we were working with had last calved more than two years ago and though she had been breed a few months ago, was not pregnant. There was a discussion on proper feeding, signs of heat and timing of breeding. We than offered to give the cow a shot of prostaglandin to get her to come into heat. I normally would not bother to write about this if it weren’t for the fact that I was the one to give the cow her injection, or at least try to. Despite distracting the cow and having her restrained in her milking pen, as soon as the needle broke skin, she bolted backwards, breaking free of the pen. My short arms and underdeveloped reflexes in this type of scenario prevented me from grabbing the syringe out of the cow and I was left watching her walk away with a needle dangling on the side of her neck. Thankfully, the needle was retrieved after falling on the ground and a second attempt was made, this time by our supervisor. This time, the cow once again bolted when the needle went in and broke a second board behind her to get free. Finally, our driver went and found us a 2x6 to place behind her so that on the third try the cow received her hormones.

My post has become much longer than I had planned and so you will have to wait find out about our living accommodations, our amazing cook and all the wonderful people we have meet so far. Take care!

 
 
One happy cow down for the count
 
 
Enjoying a cup of tea made from this lovely lady's fresh milk
 
 Some action shots
 Just checking the rumination station
 
This is my office for the summer. The picture doesn't even come close to the real thing.
 
 
We take a picture at every farm using our fingers to identify the farm's number. This is farm 37 and it's lovely cow enjoying her breakfast of napier grass.
 
 
Just being silly while I wait for my chance to use the thermometer on this three toned cow.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

M&M Sized Ovaries


On our second day of farm visits, I had to opportunity to palpate my first Kenyan cow. I note the difference between Canadian and Kenyan cow because for the most part, the Canadian cows I’ve palpated so far are nearly if not taller than me. Kenyan cows are generally smaller so far and the perfect height for me.

Overall, it was a pretty typical palpation. Now, for my non vet friends and family, I’ll tell you briefly what I mean by palpating. First off, I’ve been skipping adding the word rectal to the term palpate. Basically, you put on a very long plastic glove and put your hand up into the rectum of the cow then feel around for the cervix, uterus and ovaries (among other things).

There was however a memorable conversation comparing the size of the ovaries to M&Ms. We are told in vet school to avoid comparing things to food, especially in pathology, but I just can’t help it, I am a gourmet pathologist in the making.  The cow had ovulated a few days previous so one ovary was peanut M&M sized while the other was more plain M&M sized. I had found ovaries on a rectal palpation before but I had not found a burst follicle before and discussing it’s size as compared to the M&M has ingrained their size in my head.

Made it safe and sound


Two weeks ago I was sitting in a plane after countless hours of travel looking down at my summer home. As the plane was approaching the airport, I was struck by how green the landscape was. I had been told that it was the dry season in Kenya and as such I was expecting a desert like environment. The reality is that I am living in the foothills of Mount Kenya in a region that is currently still has very lush vegetation. The dry season may have started according to the calendar but thankfully for the farmers here, Mother Nature isn’t following the calendar.

Our first taste of Kenya was a visit to one of the national parks. The park is located in Nairobi, the capital city. It is here that injured and orphaned animals from all the national parks are brought for treatment and rehabilitation before being returned to the wild. During our walk through the rehabilitation center we were treated to sites of pygmy hippos, cheetahs, lions, leopards, Thompson’s gazelles, giraffes, zebras (including an albino zebra), water buffalo, a few different types of antelopes, ostriches, and even more animals.  It was great to start off our time in Kenya by seeing animals I had only ever seen in a zoo realizing that here, it is the local wildlife I was seeing I promise I took plenty of pictures!

Something I haven’t told you yet is that when my plane landed in Nairobi, my suitcases were not on board. As it turns out, my bags were lost and all I could do was hope they would be found and be thankful I had not used the courtesy check for my carry-on bag.  That being said, I only had two pairs of pants for the foreseeable future. Thankfully one pair happened to be my brown cargo pants which meant the cow stains I had to wear for a week didn’t show too much. I am happy to report that after nearly a week without our bags, they were found and delivered to us. Made me feel like a kid at Christmas.
I’ll try to write again soon. Take care!






I’m a few days late starting this blog so I’ll have a few posts from early in the two weeks I’ve been here. I’ve been storing them on my computer for you.