Today I was barely awake when Younger Daughter detoured from her trip from J’s school to work and thrust an injured ibis into my arms. She had spotted it lying in a driveway en route. Ants had already been attacking the poor creature.
I placed it in a box and subjected it to a bit of peace and quiet – often that is all stunned birds need for recovery. That didn’t work, however, so I then transported it to CROW (The Centre for Rehabilitation of Wildlife) in Yellowwood Park about 10k away. They do a marvellous job with no official funding (surprise, surprise) and only the goodwill of dedicated volunteers and of caring public to sustain them.
Sadly, the hadeda had a broken leg and two broken wings (must have been hit by a car) and the humane option was to put it to sleep. At least we tried.
Yesterday our neighbour requested my help to get her Staffie to the vet – he was listless and disoriented. With such a bulky dog it was a mission to get him into the car, out into the vet’s consulting room, and onto the table. It was of no help that he was energetically chewing his lead at every opportunity, with excellent prospects of severing it completely.
Anyway, after a thorough examination, he was pronounced fit and frisky. Whatever had affected him earlier (a bout of missing his recently deceased master?} was over. Today he has been his normal self.
You lose some; some you win.