When you look at this picture, you see a clean, white, happy Umbrella Cockatoo. But only a short time ago, I was a filthy gray bird, living in an East Bay tire shop, with my insides hanging out -- literally. I had what they call a “prolapse” of my lower intestinal area. I was in a lot of pain, and would not live much longer. An animal control agency rescued me and Mickaboo sent me to one of the nation’s finest avian vets. The doctors are still working on my derriere problem. I am going through a major repair surgery soon. I’m Willie. Will you help me live?