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Your thread keeps bringing up memories of the days on the farm.
I remember "doctoring" the animals, shoving pills down their throats with a long steel syringe, drenching them with one concoction or another. And the visits from the AI guy!
We had a calf that dad suspected had hardware disease. Had to go through the whole loafing shed and paddock looking for spilled nails or something. We never found anything. The calf was a holstein bull (on a dairy farm) so dad didn't even call the vet. The calf lived somehow.
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