late one Friday afternoon I got a call from my vet Judith, "I've got a
problem and I need your help," she said.
got a Water Dragon that's just been dropped off and I need a good carer who I
can trust to take it through post-operative care".
I thought, a Water Dragon, this is a first!
the next hour I busied myself with finding as much information as I could on the
care of the species. I Googled "water dragon" and found that they were
huge, nearly a metre in length - oh no, I didn't have a box or cage big enough
to house such an animal!
contacted several of my wildlife colleagues who quickly sent me some information
on their care and then I rang Judith back to let her know all was in hand... except
for a transport box, did she have anything big enough?
an embarrassed giggle Judith told me that the lizard wasn't nearly that big!!
The surgery had been really busy and Judith hadn't had a chance to look up her
reptile guide and in her excitement the first thing that popped into her head
was "Water Dragon". After deliberation we agreed that what we had was
actually a Bearded Dragon. Spike, the Bearded Dragon, in fact.
Spike had been hit by a car, usually a death sentence for such a small critter.
His jaw was broken at the front, as was one side of his beard. After discussing
the case with a reptile specialist, Judith found that Spike's injuries were treatable
and so surgery was scheduled for early the next day.
was invited to help out during surgery - another first! I fought back my nerves
and was in town by 9am to help repair Spike's broken bones. Judith was on a day
off herself and so we worked, uninterrupted, for several hours.
were three in the surgical team - Judith, myself and Sam, a work experience, up
and coming vet nurse with so much potential she could bust! The enthusiasm and
skill that Sam showed to her work was inspiring and did the vet clinic proud!
Judith performing the surgery and Sam her leading hand, I became the "bag
lady"! My job was to breath for the lizard while he was sedated. A tube was
placed down his throat and taped to his mouth and then every 30 seconds or so
I squeezed the bag, ever so slightly, to give the lizard oxygen and anesthetic.
first I didn't realise just how gently I had to squeeze the bag. On my first attempt
I squeezed the bag to hard and Judith nearly died when she saw the lizard nearly
blow up like a balloon. Oops!
go into a hibernation during winter, where they very nearly shut themselves down
and sleep for long periods. During surgery the anesthetic can put a lizard into
a similar state. Several times we had to halt surgery to check that Spike was
still alive. With Judith and I keeping our fingers firmly crossed Sam listened
for the heartbeat. It was there just very, very faint.
thought that I'd feel queasy during surgery, it was even in the back of my mind
that I may faint! However, I was totally and utterly enthralled! Judith did an
amazing job of wiring Spike's jaw and stabilising the break. I was in awe of the
work she did.
a few hours Judith announced that she had finished and Spike was handed over to
me for his post-operative care. After such amazing work by Judith and Sam, I hoped
that I could keep Spike alive and nurse him back to health.
mouth must have been pretty sore and he refused to eat on his own. I knew that
I would have to force feed Spike for the first few weeks, this is a normal for
an adult wild animal, but I think Spike was quite depressed with his predicament
and refused to eat on his own for the nine weeks he was in care. It wasn't until
the last week or so of care that he would take food but we had to tap the food
on the side of his mouth for him to even bother.
the first week Spike was kept in a warm intensive care box lined with soft material
to keep the surgical site clean. He spent a lot of time sleeping under his heat
the second week Spike was moved into a larger hospital box, still with a heat
lamp but a basking rock was added which he loved lying on during the day. He also
loved climbing the shadecloth that lined the cage door and he rested there for
several hours a day.
Spike's jaw had healed and he showed signs that he wasn't in pain he was moved
into a habitat enclosure - a 1.2 metre aquarium lined with dirt and leaf litter.
Logs and leafy branches were also placed in the enclosure so that Spike could
climb and hide. A large basking rock was placed in one end with the heat lamp
over the top and a bowl of water in the other end. We saw Spike lying in the bowl
of water on a couple of occasion after a lengthy sunbake.
wire is Spike's jaw was removed when the bones had healed nicely. The break in
his beard was left to heal naturally as it was a very tricky area to operate on.
There was a risk that his beard wouldn't expand quite as much as it normally would,
however. Spike's bones healed well and near the end of his care he would expand
his beard fully whenever we approached. After nine weeks in care he still didn't
like us much. He was ready to go.
created a native bush garden at our home and it is a great place to release native
animals. We chose a spot under a large log to release Spike. After showing signs
of really not liking us very much Spike wasn't too sure if he actually wanted
to go. He stayed in that spot for hours, soaking up the sun. At one stage it starting
raining and (silly me) brought him back inside so he didn't get cold! When the
rain stopped back out he went. Todd fed him one last time and we turned our backs
to walk back inside. We looked back over our shoulder...
had disappeared... back to bush.