Now this blog entry will make little sense unless you you have read the previous one....so off you go, if you haven't already.
Theresa's injuries seemed a little more serious than I first thought, and with turkeys being the powerful birds that they are, I conscripted my usual village animal nurse Pat ( left) to help me disinfect the old gal's wounds. I wrapped Theresa in a blanket and hung on to her for grim death as pat cleaned her head wounds as best as she could. It was a bit of a tussle as the right hand photo would testify to, but the nurse within me is now satisfied that at least the injuries are as clean as we could make them.
I should "employ" Pat on almost a full time basis, as she now has a specific wardrobe of clothes set aside for her volunteer "animal husbandry" work.Incidentally after her ordeal, Theresa, who fortunately is as thick as a mince dinner, rallied around somewhat to eat some offered dog food and half a bagel