Ivy

I turned my light on and saw her on the left hand bottom side of that cage. She was shaking. She wouldn’t stop shaking. She was shaking even before I turned the light on. She was absolutely terrified.

She made it out of that farm in a backpack.

On the long way out my friend could feel her little heartbeat on her back and every now and again a little chirp. Our hands were full, but I wanted to take her.

Her name is Ivy. She is named after my Great Aunt who loved a chat. On her first day of freedom, she was still shaking.

Ivy no longer shakes. She’s very excited about new things in life and feels incredibly frustrated if locked in anywhere. She loves mash and has just learnt how to perch. She loves people for some reason and just wants someone around to chat to.

Ivy, the backpack girl.

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