Took mama Wiz and Grandma Wiz to the local butterfly house today, and while waiting in line overheard a lady ask the cashier if the parrot laying out on the sidewalk was one of their birds.
Since Mrs. Wiz is known as the neighborhood animal rescue we had to go check him out.
Turned out to be a Quaker parrot with a broken wing.
Mrs. Wiz had him drinking out of her hand before getting home.
(She's like some kind of bird-whisperer and was petting a wild humming bird at the sanctuary earlier.)
Anyway, poor guy had a compound fracture, which we set with a good dollop of antibiotic cream and vet tape.
Didn't take him long before he was eating seed on his own tonight and drinking... even with the taped wing making him fall over and walk like a drunken sailor.
He lets me preen and rub his head. I've never seen a wild bird do that before, and we've rescued quite a few.
I'm starting to think he's not one of the wild Quakers around here and might be an escaped pet.
He's been sleeping on and off for the last few hours, and I rub his head when he's awake.
No night terrors or running away even in the dark room.
Will take some more pics of him tomorrow if he makes it through the night.
He was pretty dehydrated and weak when we caught him so I'm not taking any bets on his survival yet... but I'm pulling for him.