I gave fighter this name because he has fought to survive,
unlike many injured birds that I have tried to save. In my last post I
mentioned that Fighter, after two-and-a-half weeks, had finally started eating
out of my hand voluntarily, instead of being force-fed. Soon Fighter was
feeding directly from a plate, and not long after I started feeding him on
small dead mice.
On the 14th of July, after I had had Fighter for
three weeks, my sister said it was time to remove the splint. She said that by this time the bone had
either healed or was not going to heal.
So with a pair of scissors and fingers, she carefully removed the duct
tape and cardboard that had been supporting the bone.
She said as far as she could tell, the bone appeared to have
healed. But only time would tell. Fighter was still dragging his injured wing,
but she said that the muscles would take time to get strong again.
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