Tales from the animal-shelter #2: CASTANETTA: victim of gunshot wound

 Dear steemit community! We started to publish short stories from the life of our animals and birds. Our English is not perfect, but we still hope very much you and maybe your children will like them. If so, please upvote, resteem and follow us to know more about our shelter and to support our animals and birds. 

                                                                                                        Sencerely yours, Olga and Alex.    

  Once upon a time there was a crow. Her name was ... Oh! She was not called... Just Crow.   

 The Crow lived in the city, was friend with other crows, picked up all kinds of garbage people leave in the streets. By the way? Do you know that crows are called the orderlies of the city. I must say that, in fact, she was a very good crow. She did not offend anyone. She did not even steal anything. Almost… Of course, the crow's soul could not stand it, if there was any very bright and beautiful thing on the way. But such cases were extremely rare. Her treasures the Crow hid in a small hole under the stone near the young birch in the park. She copied a dowry. The crow was young and wanted to marry. And how to get married without a dowry? 

 On that terrible day the Crow was going on a date and did not know that the disaster was very close. Only she flew up from her branch, as the pain of thousands sharp needles literally tore a small bird's body. The Crow fell to the ground and fainted.    

 Several hours passed. The Сrow difficultly opened her eyes and found herself laying in a pool of blood. The pain did not stop, the wings did not move. There was no hope for salvation. Fortunately, the Crow fell into the bushes, where she was not noticed by the cats. But for how long?    

 It was already quite dark. It became cold and the Crow felt the forces leaving her. Whatever happens, she thought, and wearily closed her eyes.   

 Suddenly she felt a slight warm whiff. Something damp poked her in the side. With difficulty opening her eyes, the Crow saw ... Oh horror! ... the huge dog. This is the end - the Crow had time to think before she fainted again.    

  The great black Labrador dog was very surprised by his finding. He knew what crows were, and did not expected to find one of them in his favorite bushes. This Labrador was very clever and immediately understood by smell of blood that the bird was in trouble. He could not help the crow by himself. What to do? It was necessary somehow lead his mistress to the crow. And he decided to do the thing he did only when he was a little stupid puppy. He decided not to obey! His mistress of the Labrador, young pretty woman was very surprised by his behavior. She called him again and again, but the Labrador stubbornly stood, sniffing something in the bushes. The mistress was not only beautiful but also very clever. She quickly realized that the dog wanted to show her something. It was already completely dark, and she had to shine with her mobile phone. Imagine her surprise when she found in the bushes an unhappy half-dead Crow! 

 And the struggle for the life of the Crow began. The woman took the Crow in her arms and almost ran home. There she left the dog and drove the Crow to the veterinarian.    

 The vet examined the Crow and concluded: a gunshot wound. Some vandal has crippled the unfortunate bird for his fun! The Crow did not understand what was happening to her. Perhaps this was better, because many procedures were rather painful.   

 Finally the vet cleared and sewed up the wound. The wing was broken and had to be tightly fixed. A few more days the Crow resigned her dressings without complaining and drank the medicine. Although before she had never met people so closely, she realized that they were good people and they wanted to help her. It was called Castaneta. 

 When the Crow began to recover, the young woman and her little daughter took her home. There she was waiting for a real spa saloon! The Crow was very pleased. The wound was less painful and she could enjoy more pleasant procedures. She especially liked when a woman combed her feathers with a dental brash.    

 But still a crow is not domestic bird. The time to say goodbye came. One day the Crow appeared in our shelter. Until the spring she lived in an enclosure with other crows, told them about her adventures and cured the wing. And in the spring she flew away. But the Crow did not forget her new friends. Almost every day she flies into the shelter and tells our one-wing craws who can't fly the latest news from the world of crows . https://steemit.com/pets/@animal-shelter/tales-from-the-animal-shelter-1-geka-adventures-begin