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Post by tentfire on Jan 4, 2010 2:36:49 GMT -6
Meet my BEAUTIFUL, spoiled rotten owls. I stay on 24-7 call with the Wildlife and Police departments. But they have only brought me one in the middle of the night. I take in the ones that have been injured to the point that they can't ever be released back into the wild. I am given two options... keep them or put them down. Fortunately, I chose to keep them. This first one, Hoodini, I took in while I was going through my divorce and living in town (but still came out each day to feed). I scooped him up out of the middle of the road on my way home one night after feeding. I was gone one night doing laundry, my house was broken into, they went into Hoodini's "recovery" room first, and he CHASED THEM OUT! Neighbors called the police and he tried to chase them out, too, LOL LOL LOL. He sure scared them! I was told they drew their guns! EVERYTHING I had to start over with was in that house and he saved it! ;D He was grown when I got him and I have had him 7 1/2 years now. (the vet didn't think he would live more than a few days) His wing was broken completely in two. It healed with a bone sticking out, but he doesn't seem to ever be in pain. We have grown close over the years. And every now and then, he likes me to spoil him and hand feed him a couple of bites, LOL. Attachments:
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Post by tentfire on Jan 4, 2010 2:50:32 GMT -6
This is Sara. I have had her nearly a year now. Her face was in a wreck with an apparent fast moving vehicle on a back country road. (I was coming home from a date when I found her. I kept her and ditched the fella.) Even I didn't think she would make it. She had blood coming out of everywhere on her face and out of her nose and mouth. And it looked like one of her legs was broken. She wasn't able to eat for a week, but eagerly took water from a dropper. But with a lot of TLC and patience she pulled through. She lost one of her eyes. Due to the eye and the bad leg she has trouble landing. If it weren't so sad it would have been funny watching her try to land without being able to judge distance. She usually stopped short. And she can't see good enough to catch small, live food. My mom and I refurbished an old, broken down but large dog kennel into an aviary for her. She is very comfortable with its size, has just enough room to fly a little, and has the "feel" of it so she can land on her variety of perches with ease. We have been learning each others boundaries and building trust. This week I was finally able to not only pet her, but scratch her head bare handed. Now, to get her to sing with me like Hoodini does . Attachments:
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Post by olhillbilly on Jan 4, 2010 3:44:23 GMT -6
Perty cool!!!
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Post by dt16 on Jan 4, 2010 16:23:03 GMT -6
that is great
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Post by tentfire on Jan 24, 2010 3:01:07 GMT -6
Thanks! I have been amazed at how attached you can get to them. Never realized they had so much personality, or such varying personality from owl to owl.... amazing! And they are a lot softer than you would expect.
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