location. little wallaby vet
status. open
It wasn’t a busy day at the clinic, at least not yet. Something always came up, whether someone downplayed how bad their pet was or they were panicking over something that was a non-issue. Regardless, it made the day go by. For the moment, it was a little quieter and the receptionist was having a break. Harlow was keeping an eye on the front desk in the meantime.
A small ring echoed through the room as the door opened and they lifted their head to see someone walking in, pet in tow. “Welcome to the Little Wallaby vet clinic. Who is this cutie and how can we help?”
ravi was worried they'd done something wrong. one-eyed jack the name they had given to their rescued raven; found small, injured and alone in the skate park one afternoon three months ago. they had known winter was coming and didn't want to leave the little guy defenceless so had taken him ( or her. ravi didn't know. how did one sex a raven? ) home and rehabbed the bird as best they could.
jack had thrived. he wasn't much of a flier but had shown he could. he eat well and kept his feathers in order. when he had started pecking at the windows, ravi had taken this as a sign he was ready to be free. it was sad for them -- they had grown attached to the little guy -- but they knew birds gotta bird. so they had released him a few days ago to much fanfare, throwing a goodbye and good luck party around the back of the apartment. they'd had tears in their eyes as he flew off and imagined him having a birdhouse with a bird wife and a bird family, all perfect as he came home in a little bird suit. but then yesterday ravi had woken up to pecking at his window. one-eyed jack cocked his head at them, lying in bed, and tapped at the window again as if to say get up you lazy sod.
he had taken to house life again like he'd never even seen the outside. ravi, on the other hand, had knots in their stomach that they'd doomed this wild bird. so here they were at the vets today, desperate for some reassurance that they'd done the right thing and jack would be okay. ravi lifted the large cat carrier up ( it was the best solution they could come up with ) as the vet greeted the pair. "this is one-eyed jack. don't let the cat box fool you. he's a raven." ravi hadn't thought to phone and check if they even saw birds here. "i rehabbed him but he came back after release. i've broken him, haven't i, doc?"
