I found her in the mouth of a dog. Actually the dog was great spitting the bird out when I shouted. The dog walked away, and I picked up a wounded Hope. That’s what my daughter named her. Hope….we have hope that the bird will be fine.
I brought her into our Sanctuary– it starting to get crowded.
She stopped bleeding but her wing and one foot is not healed. My daughter feeds her live worms and today I found out that she slept under Olivia’s blanket (together)