“Uh…” Chelsea jumped back, startled by the loud screaming. She turned to Wenner with her hand on her chest.
“Sorry…I should have warned you about Red. Come and meet her.”
She followed Wenner to the last cage cautiously. Red became quiet but eyed them suspiciously. She was striking-looking with cocoa-coloured black feathers, a pale underbelly, and a reddish tail. “What is she?” Chelsea whispered.
“A red-tailed hawk. She has a broken leg. I found her on my walk this morning, so she’s a little skittish.”
“Aw…poor thing. Will it heal enough for her to go back into the wild?”
“Yes, but she’ll be here about a month. Time to see if she’ll eat.”
Chelsea followed Wenner into a side room that looked like a kitchen. Opening the fridge, he pulled out an ice cream bucket full of raw cut-up chicke
