Faced with having a vet charge her $200 to operate Eva, or have me chop off her head, ever so gently, Bianca decided to follow my original suggestion to dress the hen in custom garments.
Eva had greedily swalled a small bone that must have lodged at the exit of her crop, so that for days she kept eating grass and grains which didn't proceed smoothly to the stomach. That way her crop got so large that it dangled in front of her, so that she walked into it with every second step or so, eventually piercing the skin of the crop. Band-Aids didn't stick...
After some trial and error, a design proved successful that held up Eva's enlarged crop and which she couldn't undo, since it had straps that were tied behind her neck and wings, respectively. Eva at first tried to walk out of the truss/BH backwards, but after a while realised it wasn't all that bad...
Eva's now on the mend!
In for a penny, in for a Pound
After our experiences with catching black cat maurauders, I was gratified today to see an item in our local newspaper reporting that council had approved a building application for a cat and dog pound in the area. This follows the saga, detailed earlier, about the lack of such a sorely needed facility in our holiday region, where people customarily dump their pets along the highway...
I had passed on the sorry tale of our 'heffalump' trap catching black cats - instead of dingoes or foxes - to our Member of Parliament (who made some reassuring noises) as well as the local newspaper. So, naturally, I take some of the credit for the belated and low-key decision, announced 'hidden' in a list of development applications approved by the council.
Have a good one!
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