I was driving home from work this afternoon and past a wildie sitting right in the middle of a busy country road. I turned around as soon as I could and came back the other way and stopped the car. The poor little thing had traffic whizzing by on either side of him and a lorry missed him by inches. I could see he had myxi and a small part of me wondered if I should leave him be, in the hope that he would have a quick death at the hands of the traffic, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't bear the thought of him sitting there, feeling really poorly and absolutely terrified too. I went over to him and he ran to one side of the road and then over to the other side. The traffic stopped in both directions while I shoo'd him into the long grass and hedgerow. I still don't know if I did the right thing.
Ohhh what a vile disease.
Ohhh what a vile disease.