My thoughts are with your bird.

I have some historical re-enactor friends who double as bird rescuers. They're in a network where you specialize by species or groups thereof--the lady does hummers, swallows and swifts. Young hummers eat little but often, so she comes to events with a period picnic basket slung on her arm. Every now and then you hear peeping from it, and it's feeding time. Recovery rate is pretty good; if something can't be released, it goes to a second-tier type deal and becomes one of the demonstration birds for classes on wildlife. Amazing how organized it all is.

My own efforts have been limited to the occasional displaced nestling, but it's rewarding. I remember taking in a jay, who came back after his recovery and would take sunflower seeds from my hand, and a big band-tailed pigeon who flew into a window and hurt his leg. Band-tails were only migratory where we lived; I released him when he was better and was very gratified that he came through again the next year, recognizable by a limp, but obviously able to handle long-distance flying. If there was a rescue network in those days, we weren't aware of it, but I guess we did OK.

Sounds like the hawk is over the worst part. Thanks for sharing.

Chicken Charlie