Jigs found her. She was hopping around the pasture down by the barn. Quickly, I called Jigs away from her. Making a bee line for the tack room, she could move well, but could not fly.
Missy is the smallest of the falcons... an American Kestrel. Read more about her type here:
It turned into a wonderful learning experience and leading to
perhaps a license to rehab other injured birds such as Missy.
I have a new admiration for the raptors that live out in my pasture.
Missy is now back in the wild, with her injured wing completely healed. When I turned her lose, she turned as if to say "thanks"! And flew to the nearest tree line. I think I still see her coming to visit now and again!
