img_5633This morning was just like any other.  That is until I let the dogs outside.

My eyes were drawn first to a quick movement just outside our door, then to the unmistakeable, pounce of a cat onto it’s prey.

Usually, this sequence of events leads to an unsuspecting lizard meeting his maker and there isn’t much that can be done.  But today was different.

When I rounded the corner to investigate, I found a small bird, obviously injured, about to meet his end by the razor sharp, claws and teeth of our cat, Figsy.  I don’t scold our animals for doing what comes naturally to them, so I swooped Figsy up and set her inside to allow me to assess the injuries that had already been sustained.

I didn’t find any wounds that looked mortal, although there are some pretty gnarly cuts along it’s back(not sure of the sex).img_5634

Needless to say, there was never a question of whether or not I was going to help this bird get better and back in the wild if I could.  Google is always my best friend in this sort of situation, “Emergency vet care” led me to which happened to be closing, but they were able to put me in touch with a wildlife rehabilitation sanctuary who is on her way to pick up “star”(name courtesy of the little lady)

Star is resting, comfortably, in a quiet, dark closet until they arrive.  It’s breathing has become much calmer and less labored which gives me hope they a full recovery is in our future.  Hopefully, the rehab people will be able to keep me updated with our little tweeter’s progress!