So, last night, my dog got loose and (I think, unlike him as he runs with them all day, but you never know) attacked one of my Roos.
I came up on him back skinned to hell crouched in a bed of his own feathers. I have survived many dog attacks and had only one other in my years be skinned and still alive. My mother helped me sew "Lucky" (named before the accident) back together and she went on to survive three more attacks from the local dogs of negligent owners. "Samson" now has maybe a foot worth of stitches. The wounds were thoroughly cleaned and sanitized, then stitched with white cotton thread and a sharp needle, leaving a few small holes for seepage. The concern is that, while he is still alert and breathing normally, he is hanging his head below his crop, allowing its contents to eek out of his open beak. Before and after pic to follow shortly.
I came up on him back skinned to hell crouched in a bed of his own feathers. I have survived many dog attacks and had only one other in my years be skinned and still alive. My mother helped me sew "Lucky" (named before the accident) back together and she went on to survive three more attacks from the local dogs of negligent owners. "Samson" now has maybe a foot worth of stitches. The wounds were thoroughly cleaned and sanitized, then stitched with white cotton thread and a sharp needle, leaving a few small holes for seepage. The concern is that, while he is still alert and breathing normally, he is hanging his head below his crop, allowing its contents to eek out of his open beak. Before and after pic to follow shortly.