A Difficult Delivery

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was early when the phone rang. I had just stepped out of the shower and hurried to answer it, so Sandy could get a few more minutes of sleep. “Doc, this is Bob Wilson. You have been out here a couple of times before,” Bob said. “I have a heiferContinue reading “A Difficult Delivery”

One Little Screech

D. E. Larsen, DVM Sandy pulled into our driveway and parked. The kids all piled out of the car and head for the house. Sandy followed with a sack of groceries. “Mom hit an owl,” Brenda said as soon as she came through the door. “It just swooped down and ran right into the car,”Continue reading “One Little Screech”