Jessop

I have been putting off dealing with the unnamed buff's prolapse all day, so when I spied a couple from the village out for a walk, I was galvanised into action. Asking them to hold the suture remover and the hypodermic needle with anti biotics in it. I took the buff out of the shed, gently cleaned around her vent and removed the sutures. (The couple seemed fascinated to be helping !) Then with a bit of difficulty I gave the antibiotics in the fleshy part of the bird between the wings and we all had a good squint at her bottom region to see if the prolapse did not rear its ugly head again, which was not the nicest of things to do given her condition

So far, so good.....so I replaced the hen into her cage where she stood uncomfortably in the corner, feeling very sorry for herself.

She hasn't been eating today, so I have put some cheap pasta on to cook, in order to tempt her.

If she survives, I will name her Jessop, after the gynecological Hospital for Women in Sheffield...(I experienced a very interesting placement at the labour ward there when I was on a High Dependency course )

Chris and I are off to the Scala later to see a live production of Les Ballets Russes from Paris...review later!