Unfortunately, the miracle didn’t materialize; instead, we found that there was no way to repair the wing. Richie Hatcher of Smalley’s Animal Hospital had consulted avian surgeons for their best practices; he and Jim and Peggy Hobby had discussed the procedure…but in the end, there was nothing that could be done to fix the damage, which we all agreed looked more like someone had grabbed her wing and snapped it than like a collision with a vehicle.
Two hours in, we all realized there was no hope of repairing the wing even enough to allow her to hold it level, so that it didn’t drag and get caught on the perch. Richie and I had agreed before the surgery that if we saw it wasn’t going to work, we’d call it and just put her down on the table.
At least for the last two weeks of her life she ate well and wasn’t abused; there’s some small comfort in that.
Of course, I always have room for one more screech!
The new arrival had been hit by a state trooper Friday night but he couldn’t find the bird in the brush by the road in the dark. He went back the next day and found the screech not far from where he’d hit it, and he called Dan. Kudos to Trooper Robert Sawyer for being conscientious enough to go back and locate the bird and then seek help.
His right eye is swollen and has a bit of blood in the corner; his beak looks like it has a small crack; he’s still “concussy” and reluctant to open either eye. But he’s alert enough to click that beak in threat, and he did eat most of a small mouse last night, so after one of the vets at Smalley’s examines the right eye to check for retinal damage, this guy should be good to go in a few days.