It looked healthy otherwise, nice coat of fur, clean etc. I found it in a puddle, wasn' t breathing. There are woods all around, not thick woods, but thick enough. When I got it breathing (belaboredly) and moving a little, it picked its head up and drank a few times, blowing bubbles in the warer with its nose. It was in a well fenced small area, but it then bit by bit inched itself to the fence, under the fence, and across the field towards the trees. I offered it raw chicken and highmeat in the meantime, but I could tell although it appreciated some attention, it just wanted a quiet place, perhaps to die. I had to go. My son who I talk here about watched. It crept start stop and left. There were dogs barking maybe fifty yards away. I think it may have been them who bit him.
