So not all wildlife rehabilitation is about animals tangling with motor vehicles – and getting the short end of the deal.
Got a call recently from my wildlife buddy Jane Kelly – she was returning a fledgling barred owl to its nest – apparently the little ball of feathers had ventured out too far … and fallen 30 feet to the forest floor.
I didn’t have to pause for more than a nanosecond before asking for time, address and thank you very much, I’ll be there!
I’ll admit I’m not usually a sucker for cute, but this baby owl clicked its beak at me and I was in love! After the owlet was returned to the nest – and a modification made to prevent the little guy from falling out, I was up the ladder shooting photos of the owl – and sibling in the nest in the tree.
Mom was about 50 feet away in a tree watching my every move – I never did see Dad.
After, everyone left but me. I found a place to hide ( so I thought) where I could wait and get a photo of an adult returning to the nest. A few hundred black fly bites later it was too dark to shoot, so I walked back to my car. All I heard was the wingbeats as Mom returned to the nest to reconnect with her babies…and, I’m sure, celebrate my leaving her woods!