According to Wikipedia, the band “Prolapse formed in the summer of 1991 under a table at Leicester Polytechnic‘s Friday night disco, “With the aim of being the most depressing band ever”, earned a cult following for their live set, particularly for the tension within songs such as “Tina This Is Matthew Stone”, which were not so much sung as acted to a musical accompaniment. In 1993 they released two EPs on Cherry Red Records, “Crate” and “Pull Thru Barker”, followed in 1994 by the single “Doorstop Rhythmic Bloc” and album Pointless Walks to Dismal Places, which won critical acclaim. After leaving Cherry Red records, they then went on to release a variety of singles and EPs on a bewildering number of different labels….”
A fascinating bit of musical lore that I discovered when searching for information on prolapse. Not the band…. the kind that Wikipedia defines as “Prolapse literally means “To fall out of place.” Which is just what happened to Viva three weeks ago – and three weeks before lambing. Prolapse may be the most depressing band ever, but a vaginal prolapse certainly is up there with the most depressing sheep situation ever. Repair is rather simple – carefully put what is out of place back into place. I was actually prepared with a prolapse spoon and harness on hand. The spoon is inserted into the vagina, with the “ears” being tied to the wool. The harness is optional, but since I had it, I used it.
The harness has a strap that crosses the vulva and keeps things in. There are many contributing factors for a prolapse – multiple lambs, very steep terrain, large rumen – all of which were the case here and all of which greatly increase the internal pressure.
It was a couple of days before I left for Michigan when I noticed that the ties on the spoon had come untied. I am perhaps the world’s worst knot tie-er. I haven’t worn shoes with laces for over 30 years for just that reason! I figured the harness would hold the spoon in place until I could catch her up to retie the strings. Well, I waited too long and the spoon was gone. I’d been keeping her up in a flattish small paddock, so you’d think the spoon would be easy to find – it’s bright yellow plastic. I raked every bit of hay laying in the paddock, turned over rocks, and finally resorted to an internal check on Viva just in case. It was nowhere to be found. The only thing I can figure is that one the many crows around here flew off with it. So if you are walking along and a prolapse spoon falls from the sky, it’s mine.
There are dangers in a prolapse which I took care to minimize. It’s been a tense three weeks – and tiring couple of days. Although the literature says a ewe can lamb with the harness on, I just can’t visualize how, so wanted to be there to remove the harness when lambing began. As usually happens, after two nights of every two hour checks, lambs were born in the afternoon. The first lamb was a very large ram lamb. Viva seemed to be struggling to deliver, so, contrary to my usual practices, I just went ahead and pulled him right away…
He has a BIG head! His sister (yes!!! a ewe lamb – only the third of the year) is a more moderately sized lamb..
Patchwork Vivianne is a lovely girl, with all the right markings and a beaurtiful even fleece. Lambs are sired by Unzicker Jedd.
We’re on a girl roll now (I hope 🙂 – Painted Rock Kayleigh delivered a well marked 4 horned lilac ewe by Patchwork Belvedere this morning.