A chip off the old block
Bree was walking across the street to see if a friend was home when she suddenly yelled for me and came running back across the street. She had found a very small and featherless baby bird wiggling in the street. The tree it was beneath was very tall and we couldn't see where the nest was. I grabbed up the bird and asked Howard to find a wildlife rehabilitator. He found a vet hospital that did rehab, after 5 on a Friday, and off we went. Now our little rescue is in experienced hands and at least has a fighting chance now. Go Bree!