And the good news kept coming....
It was a huge step to see him preening. It is sign of the hawk feeling good, or at least much better. Sick birds don't preen, and for Peanut it also indicated that he was steadier and more comfortable standing and moving around.
By Sunday, he was grabbing dead mice as soon as they were thrown into his cage, and in Carolyn Sutton's words, Peanut was "perching proudly with 'addytood,' (that's Philly-speak for attitude). He looks SO much better than last Thursday when he visited the vet."
Carolyn Sutton added this information: "When Peanut arrived [at the clinic] he could not use his legs at all, although he responded to reflex tests. He has been given pain meds over the past week and his preening is a good sign that whatever pain he has had is subsiding, The x-rays showed no obvious damage, but some injuries can't be seen on film. At this point no one is really sure what caused his condition, but blunt force trauma, perhaps from an encounter with a car, could be the answer."
Anyone who has ever been in a traffic or auto accident can attest to how beaten up one feels even if there are no fractures or visible injuries.
This tree is at 21st Street and the Parkway. It is a favorite launch pad for chasing little birds, and Peanut was found lying only yards from its trunk.
And finally, echoing the celebratory mood we are all feeling today, hawkfan Lisa Schallert wrote:
Hark when the night is falling
Peanut is loudly calling
Still in the morning calling
"Feed me again!"
While we are still a-sleeping
Peanut is once more peeping
"Feed me, oh feed me,
Towering in gallant feather
Peanut, our hearts forever!
Long may your red tail gloriously wave!
Peanut, the first to ledge
Peanut, the first to fledge
Peanut, our hearts are with you!
Peanut the Brave!!