Monday, January 29, 2007

Anything for a weird life...

Searching a large, dark, cluttered closet for a screech owl, while a Mississippi kite perches overhead, watching, and calling-out impatiently for someone to bring it its mouse dinner.

"Do you know anyone who can get me some moles?"

"Nope. Want a shrew? I also have a beaver."

Balancing thirty-plus feet in the air on a ten-foot ladder standing in the upraised bucket-loader of a tractor, trying to insert an enraged barn owl into a nest box.

"We mounted that one a little high. Careful, now."

Just a few of the situations that confront people who have wildlife rehabilitators for friends.

Of course, those're nothing compared to the stories the rehabbers, themselves, could tell you.

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