I am absolutely gutted as my lovely Charlie Farley rescue feral, jumped ship today.
She came to me last May with a major wound in her chest. She had a large emorphous plug removed but despite all my efforts, it never did heal up properly. The vet thought it was due to a damaged bone inside. Earlier this year the infection erupted again and she went through a long spell inside having daily treatment to clean it out. The infection subsided but the hole still ended up with a hard mass inside. She gradually picked up and was looking very well, but I would always keep a daily eye on the hole in case it went bad again.
Charlie, so named as I used to think she was a he, was besotted with Poly, another rescue, but he mated with Bandy and is currently sitting on his seond batch of dummy eggs. Despite this, Charlie used to sit next to his nest when he was on sitting duties. Bandy wasn't too impressed by this and would chase her off.
I've been re-fitting the hospital shed they live in this week and I don't know if this has unsettled her, as she has never shown any desire to get out before.
I had a wake up call two days ago when Danni, my PMV rescue almost got out by clinging to the netting I put over the door so I can give them some fresh air during the days when it's warm. So today I made sure I secured it well and only had the door open a couple of inches as I didn't want to lose Danni.
I was sanding down some wood shelves a few feet away from the shed when I turned to see the white flash of a pigeon flying past the door.
I checked at the door and as there wasn't a gap showing anywhere, I decided it must have been a Woodie. When I checked inside though, I saw Charlie was missing. She could only have pushed her way under the net somehow, there was no other way. Later I saw her sitting on my neighbour's roof and she was stretching her wings. My heart was in my mouth as I wasn't sure how well she could fly after all this time, but then all of a sudden, she took off towards the fields next door, and that was the last I saw of her.
I know she'll not come back as she was very wary of me. I was the horrible woman that used to pick her up every day to look at her wound and syringe her meds down her, and then to make matters worse I'd give her a kiss. I love her to bits. She has never been outside to get her bearings, so there is no chance of her returning. Even if she did, she wouldn't come down if I was about.
Unfortunately, I only get Woodies and Stock Doves in my garden, and there are no ferals for her to join with, so I don't know what will happen to her out there. On top of it all there are three Hawks that hunt those fields and I can hear shooting most days.
I have to believe she was so determined to be free again, that she'll be happy that way, and make a go of it somehow.
Please send her your positive thoughts, I'm broken hearted to think of her out there tonight.
Take care Charlie,
Janet