Betrisher
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- Jun 3, 2013
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- Parrots
- Dominic: Galah(RIP: 1981-2018); The Lovies: Four Blue Masked Lovebirds; Barney and Madge (The Beaks): Alexandrines; Miss Rosetta Stone: Little Corella
This morning, my next-door neighbour came banging on my door calling 'Patricia! Help me! It's a poor bird like Rosetta!'
She had discovered a wounded corella flapping around in her garden and had carefully driven it up to my yard with a bath towel, which she waved at it periodically. The poor thing was so shocked and debilitated, it allowed me to pick it up without even thinking of biting me. While my son hurried to find our carry-cage, I gave the little bird a drink of water from a teaspoon. It was very hot today and he was grateful for a cool drink.
Having installed the bird in the carry-cage, I rang the nearest vets and was told 'Sorry - can't fit you in'. In desperation, I rang the bird specialist whose practice is a fair distance away from where I live. Thankfully, he's committed to native wildlife and agreed to see us as soon as we could make it out there. So we hopped in the car and shot out to Mt Sugarloaf.
I had to relinquish the bird and they told me I could ring back in the afternoon to hear the outcome. This is the sad part.
i) the bird had been (as I'd guessed) shot by someone with an air rifle.
ii) the wing was dreadfully fractured and a substantial amount of the humerus was missing.
iii) the bird 'could not recover' from this situation
iv) he was 'humanely euthanised' at 3pm.
I'm *so* upset by this on so many levels!
Firstly, what kind of arse**** would take pot-shots at an innocent little corella?
Secondly, why could the wing not have been strapped and allowed to heal as it might, even if surgery could not guarantee flight?
Thirdly, I advised the vet I was more than prepared to care for the bird in whatever ways might be required in order to give it a chance to survive. Since I'm not a licensed rescue-worker, by law the bird can't be released to me, but must be pts instead - even though I have an aviary, space, another corella and TIME to care for him!
So he died.
The poor neighbour-lady was distraught when I told her. She imagined he'd come home with me and live out his life with Rosetta. Secretly, so had I.
I know our wildlife laws are there for very good reasons but *some* of them defy logic!!!
She had discovered a wounded corella flapping around in her garden and had carefully driven it up to my yard with a bath towel, which she waved at it periodically. The poor thing was so shocked and debilitated, it allowed me to pick it up without even thinking of biting me. While my son hurried to find our carry-cage, I gave the little bird a drink of water from a teaspoon. It was very hot today and he was grateful for a cool drink.
Having installed the bird in the carry-cage, I rang the nearest vets and was told 'Sorry - can't fit you in'. In desperation, I rang the bird specialist whose practice is a fair distance away from where I live. Thankfully, he's committed to native wildlife and agreed to see us as soon as we could make it out there. So we hopped in the car and shot out to Mt Sugarloaf.
I had to relinquish the bird and they told me I could ring back in the afternoon to hear the outcome. This is the sad part.
i) the bird had been (as I'd guessed) shot by someone with an air rifle.
ii) the wing was dreadfully fractured and a substantial amount of the humerus was missing.
iii) the bird 'could not recover' from this situation
iv) he was 'humanely euthanised' at 3pm.
I'm *so* upset by this on so many levels!
Firstly, what kind of arse**** would take pot-shots at an innocent little corella?
Secondly, why could the wing not have been strapped and allowed to heal as it might, even if surgery could not guarantee flight?
Thirdly, I advised the vet I was more than prepared to care for the bird in whatever ways might be required in order to give it a chance to survive. Since I'm not a licensed rescue-worker, by law the bird can't be released to me, but must be pts instead - even though I have an aviary, space, another corella and TIME to care for him!
So he died.
The poor neighbour-lady was distraught when I told her. She imagined he'd come home with me and live out his life with Rosetta. Secretly, so had I.
I know our wildlife laws are there for very good reasons but *some* of them defy logic!!!