Last Sunday, it was cold and windy and we discovered a bird near our fence line. It didnt appear to be hurt, couldnt see any blood but wasnt walking too good.
I was able to get close enough to pick it up and I took it inside and put it in a box with a towel.
I rang the wild life people. The lady said she had another bird to collect a couple of suburbs away and she would come as soon as she was able. Warren made up a hot water bottle and put it under the box.
Apparently it was a crested cockateal, a young one. The lady arrived about an hour after I rang and by then he was lying down, she said he was very weak and may not survive. She was going to take him home and give him some go juice which might help.
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