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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
Ok, first rant. For whatever reason when posting on my phone, I can't initiate a new thread, I have to quote someone. This has been going on for about 2 weeks now.
Real reason for vent/rant. I have an owl in my bathroom. At first I thought it was a barn owl but after looking at pictures I realized it's very likely a spotted owl which is a protected species here. So now I have to catch it again, box it up and take it to the wildlife people.
How did this come to happen you ask? A well meaning friend who thinks I'm closely related to mother earth and the answer to animals in need rescued it 75 MILES away and brought it to me at 10 last night. And of course I had a breakfast meeting at 7 this morning, so now have to go back home and play owl wrangler. Yep yep yep
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I'm sure you'd NEVER dream of leaving the door open just wide enough for a kitty to enter & play with your guest
JUST KIDDING!
When I lived in Pullman, WA, I was part of the wild bird rescue/rehabilitation program. One winter (Dec or Jan methinks) I was asked to drive a carload of birds to the Raptor Rehabilitation center in Boise, Idaho - these were owls, hawks, etc. that had injuries preventing their return to the wild - I was the designated driver b/c I'm originally from Ohio and knew how to drive on snow & ice. So we filled the seats of a borrowed Mustang (with studded snow tires) with boxes of irritated birds and took off - through the mountain passes, along roads that had had one lane (in the center) scraped flat with a snow plow - with minimal guard rails. Whenever we met an oncoming truck, I had to swerve to the right - my passenger would stay completely silent until we had successfully passed the truck and then tell me how deeply I had embedded the passenger side door handle into the snow bank thrown up by the snow plow. I can't remember if the side mirror made it.
The funny part - the birds stayed completely still unless the car traveled over 30 mph - whereupon the entire lot would start 'running in place' inside their boxes and trying to flap their wings - slowing down would quiet them immediately. Talk about back seat drivers! It was one of the longest drives of my life - and one of the tensest! But we made it, and were rewarded by liberating our passengers into the huge enclosures for their permanent residents. Whew! And I got to play with their resident saw whet owl - Tater Tot!
So, one owl? Pshaw!