I took the bird to The New England Wildlife Center in Weymouth where I found out she is a female Baltimore Oriole. She was so unsteady on her feet and I finally realized that not only her wing was hurt but her leg couldn't hold her weight. I cleaned her wounds and bound her hurt wing loosely to her body so no further damage could be done but the leg was weighing heavily on my mind. I just don't want her healing wrong because I am stubborn and think I know everything. Even though I do. The vet who checked her in said I did a bang up job with the wing and everything else. He was also happy about her eating & bathroom habits. So I feel like I did a great job even though I caved in the end. I just want her released back into the wild. Picturing her in captivity makes me feel a new and different dirty inside. I was reassured that they would do everything they could and euthanasia is dead (no pun intended) last on the list. They are also going to call me and let me know her progress. :)
All's well that ends well?
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