The Terrible Breech, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Doc, this is Peter, out on Brush Creek,” Peter says on the phone. “I have been working on trying to pull this calf for two hours now. I am not getting anywhere. Do you have time to run out here and give me a hand?” “Sure, I can come right away,”Continue reading “The Terrible Breech, From the Archives”

It’s Her Job, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stepped out of the crowding ally quickly as Ervin released the cow that I had just checked. The next cow was charging down the alley with Ella right on her heels. Ella was a middle-aged Border Collie. She had been on the farm enough years to know her job well.Continue reading “It’s Her Job, From the Archives”

Water Belly, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM Louie and Pansy’s place was a marvel to view. When I would drive by going up Whiskey Butte, I had often wondered if the large clear fields in the middle of forested land were a natural prairie. Those were common in Coos County and were the sites of many of theContinue reading “Water Belly, From the Archives”