Recently, my mom and I were up late one night when we heard a bunch of commotion outside. We were in different rooms at the time, and she got outside before I did. She was looking on one side of the house when I told her that all the squawking came from right outside my bedroom window on the opposite side of the house. We ran inside to get flashlights and ran back out to look. What we found was a little quaker parrot who had been attacked by one of the feral cats that have made a home in our back yard (the wild quaker parrots in our neighborhood found a home in the trees in front of our house). I ran inside to get a shoe box and towel and eventually we found ourselves at two after hour vets until we found him help. The next day the bird was transfered to the best exotic animal vet around, Dr Greg Rich. We were told that if the bird wasn't able to fly again, he'd have to be put up for adoption instead of being turned loose again. Turns out the wound was so close to his lung that amputating the wing was the best option in fear of infection. Of course, my family wound up adopting him, and so far he's the sweetest little bird. We play every day and he even goes outside with me sometimes to visit with his bird family that still lives there. I's so glad we saved this little bird. He's brought so much joy and love to our family.

Lizzy
Kenner, LA