It was a thoroughly exasperating week; between the weather and an inconsiderate public with zero follow-through, my patience was tested to the max. So you reap the benefits with a list of what should be common-sense rules of etiquette when dealing with wildlife rehabbers.

Before diving into the list, however, let’s get the true update out of the way: no new intakes, and a week of rain prevented release of the red tail in the flight pen, so the red tail in the house is still awaiting his flight time…no rain is currently predicted after Tuesday of this week, so…fingers crossed….
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Now, to some basic, common-sense-if-your-mama-raised-you-right rules of etiquette when dealing with wildlife rehabbers:

1. ONE CALL is sufficient. If you leave a message and the rehabber returns your call and sets up a time for you to bring the bird, leave it at that unless something changes—the bird dies or your schedule changes, etc. DO NOT blow up the rehabber’s phone with calls and texts every couple of hours with cryptic “Call me” messages.  
2. If you set up a time to bring the bird that day, the next day or in a couple of days, HAVE THE COURTESY TO NOTIFY THE REHABBER if there’s a change in status. It’s not our place to ride your arse to get the bird; YOU called US. Believe it or not, we do have other things going on in our lives: other wildlife to care for, jobs to keep our lights on, family matters to deal with, etc.
3. DO NOT bypass the rehabber’s voicemail message with an immediate hang-up and text. There is important information in the voicemail message. When you do an “end-run” around the voicemail message, you miss vital information and irritate the rehabber.
4. Text ONLY when the rehabber hasn’t responded to the voicemail you left within thirty minutes to an hour. We don’t have time to text back and forth with you for half an hour when a five-minute phone call could have addressed the issue.
5. In voicemail messages, leave your location as well as your phone number.  Feel free to send a CLEAR photo of the bird via text but mention in the voicemail message that you’re doing so; that way we know where that random bird pic came from.
6. If you insist on texting first, send a CLEAR photo of the bird to begin with—saves time. Also, see #5 above—include location and phone number.
7. IT IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO GET THE BIRD TO THE REHABBER. We are NOT employees of DNR or FWS. This means we actually have paying jobs in addition to our VOLUNTEER work as rehabbers. Whether we work outside the home or freelance from home, we CANNOT drop what we’re doing and ignore deadlines and the wildlife currently in our care to drive up to 150 miles round-trip multiple times a day to pick up more wildlife. And if you live less than 50 miles from a rehabber and balk at driving  the wildlife to the rehabber, SHAME ON YOU.
8. Just because we’re home-based—and most rehabbers are—doesn’t mean we don’t eat or sleep at some point during the day/night. If you call during normal meal times—which 90% of people seem to do—there’s a good chance we’re at least wolfing down a pack of crackers at that point and would prefer not to try to talk to you while chewing our food. WE WILL CALL YOU BACK. Give us time. Similarly, if you call after 8pm and we say wait till the morning to bring us the wildlife you found, PLEASE DO NOT INSIST ON BRINGING IT THAT NIGHT.  We do need time to bathe and sleep, and even continue working on our paying jobs in many cases. Hard as it may be to believe, we’re more effective as rehabbers when we have a few hours’ rest a night.
9. LEARN THE GENERAL GEOGRAPHY OF YOUR STATE. If the rehabber you’re about to call is a day-trip away, be sure you’re willing to drive three or more hours one way to get the bird to them. If not, seek help closer to home. There IS a public list of licensed rehabbers available in every state. Most game and fish agencies have that list on their website; many rehabbers also post the list on their websites. Please DO NOT call a rehabber 150 miles away and then tell them it’s too far to drive and ask them to spend 15 minutes trying to locate a rehabber near you—the lists are out there and easily accessible.
10. DON’T EVEN call/email a rehabber in another state and ask for advice on caring for wildlife illegally. The rehab community is fairly small and we tend to at least know each others’ names if we’re not personally acquainted. And we talk to each other. So we KNOW when you’re lying about there not being a rehabber near you. Chances are, we know the rehabber who lives less than 10 miles from you that has already told you to bring them the bird.  And we tend to get a bit pissy when we’re blatantly lied to.
11. (Yeah, I know—even God only had ten commandments.) Please understand that as a rule, rehabbers are NOT “people” people. We don’t like people too much; we deal with them only because we have to in order to help the wildlife. So if, when you bring us a bird or other wildlife, we ignore you while examining and actually talking in dulcet tones to the wildlife, it’s not personal. We just prefer the wildlife to you.

There were no new intakes last week; this week looks to be busier. LWR already has two birds on the way in the next couple of days.
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The barred owl from week before last that I was not real hopeful about did indeed have a nasty, unfixable fracture. He was humanely euthanized.

The red tail with the healed corneal laceration is still in the raptor flight; weather hasn’t been cooperative for a release. That means the red tail with the healed wing fracture hasn’t been placed in the raptor flight yet.
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And that, folks, is this week’s update. And I’m really not complaining. A slow week here and there gives me time to catch my breath.

LWR only saw a couple of new intakes last week, typical for fall, and we had one release, with a couple more slated for this week.
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Leading with excellent news, the red tail in the raptor flight, the one recovering from a lacerated cornea, is flying beautifully now, his eye looks great, and he should be ready to go this week. His release will be early in the week, as we have rain forecast for the end of the week.

​And the slow-to-independence Eurasian collared dove finally got his act together and was released—more good news! He perched at one point after release in a Confederate rose bush, which made for some pretty photos, even though it’s about played out.

​This adult red-bellied woodpecker was a cat-attack victim and although she appeared to’ve escaped with no serious damage, she still needed antibiotics. Cat saliva is toxic to wildlife—yet another reason to KEEP YOUR CATS INDOORS.  She also apparently had a slightly sprained back toe (woodpeckers have two forward-facing toes and two backward-facing toes, to aid in clambering up and down tree trunks). She could move it but was initially reluctant to do so. In the third shot you can see the source of the red belly’s name. Neat, huh? As of today, she’s perching well in her crate and is the second slated release of this week.

​The family that brought this barred owl to LWR had a long-term “nodding acquaintance” with him; he visited their yard frequently. So when they and a neighbor both saw the owl grounded for two nights, they got worried and captured him. When they called LWR, they reported the bird seemed weak and lethargic. Upon his arrival here the next day, he was more alert, albeit thin, and has since exhibited an excellent appetite. His left wing is broken in or near the elbow; he’ll need x-rays to confirm the exact location of the fracture. As I told the family, however, it’s not looking hopeful for him; the break isn’t recent and feels as if a callus has already formed. (That blood on his beak and on the paper in his box is from his recent meal, which he apparently enjoyed immensely.)

​And just a heads-up: next week’s update will be late Monday evening, rather than Sunday.

However, we were without power for 116.5 hours (not that I was counting or anything…) so I was unable to post an update last Sunday.
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“Michael eve” an adult barred owl came in after being pulled from a barbed wire fence. The damage to his wing was too severe to repair; he was humanely euthanized that evening. The photo below was taken after euthanasia.

​Two days after Michael, two mourning doves came in, a fledgling and a nestling, both victims of the storm.  Sadly, neither survived, but the older mourning dove from earlier this month was released late this week.

​The Eurasian collared dove is now a fledgling but he stubbornly refuses to self-feed.

​The great horned owl who came in as a days-old baby in March FINALLY got his act together and was released this afternoon. I’ll be honest; I had my doubts this bird would ever be releasable and actually came *thisclose* to euthanizing him three weeks ago. He still has a tendency to fly to the ground but his flight is strong and steady and he’s perfectly capable of perching when the mood strikes.

​His release freed up the raptor flight for the red tails. Normally I can stick a few first-year red tails in the raptor flight together with no problems but these two immediately squared off and bowed up at each other. 

​Given their levels of aggression, I brought the one recovering from the broken wing back in; he’ll likely need considerably more time in the flight than the one who flew through the window and lacerated his cornea—but look how well that eye is healing! It appears to be throwing his flight off somewhat still, but I think he’ll be just fine with a little practice in the raptor flight—and the eye continues to clear, so that will help, as well.

October is usually a fairly slow month but LWR saw five intakes in this first week of the month. Sadly, the majority were DOA. But there IS good news—read on.

On the same day midweek, an adult mocker and an adult female house finch came in, brought by the same volunteer. The mocker was literally DOA; the house finch lasted about 30 minutes after intake. Later in the week, a juvie ruby-throated hummer arrived just moments after dying en route.

Adding to the week’s death toll, the cat-attacked juvie mourning dove died. He was still on meds, was starting to attempt self-feeding—everything looked promising. And he died overnight late in the week.
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On the brighter side, a second mourning dove, also a juvie, came in. This one had not been cat-attacked; he’d just gotten separated from his parents somehow—his finders suspected a neighborhood hawk might have had his parents for dinner. It happens; it’s in a raptor’s job description: they eat songbirds. This little one is doing well and should be releasable as soon as he decides to self-feed.

​And in the “we didn’t get the memo” category, apparently some mid-state European collared doves weren’t told that breeding season for songbirds is over. This nestling collared dove was found by a lady out raking her yard.

The red tail who flew through the window and lacerated his cornea is doing very, very well. His eye looks great and he’s feisty as all get-out—and when I took these photos, he flinched at the focus assist lamp, so he can see from that eye. Great news!
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In the photos below compare his eye on intake, then last week, and finally the last two were taken today. Lookin’ good!

​And that, folks, is all the news there is for this week—short and sweet. Honestly, just knowing the red tail has vision in that eye is cause enough to break out the confetti, as far as I’m concerned.

It was a slowish week, which I never complain about. Rehabbers learn to appreciate downtime whenever it occurs.

A barred owl, hit by car, came in Monday morning, and his wing faced backward but wasn’t an open fracture. I knew this was a “euthanasia fracture” but wanted to see just how bad the damage was—call it morbid curiosity. An x-ray revealed that the bones were completely separated at the joint—it wasn’t dislocated, the fracture was literally right in the joint. ​

​The red tail who’d flown through the window also went to Smalley’s on Monday, where vet Peggy Hobby said the cornea wasn’t actually as bad as I’d thought. It was lacerated and swollen but the laceration had already sealed, so he’s on medicated eye drops for a while. The eye, while still cloudy, is noticeably less swollen and not as cloudy as when he came in. Compare the first photo, from last week, with the one below it, taken just yesterday.

The poor little cat-caught flyer struggled for five days. He must’ve been the runt of his litter. He constantly threw up his food—and he wasn’t eating near enough, anyway—he stayed dehydrated despite rehydration efforts, and he just generally wasn’t doing well. It was no surprise, therefore, when I walked in for his second feeding Thursday and found him dead.
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Then, Saturday, a lady brought a crow to LWR. Based on her description, I suspected West Nile virus in its advanced stages. When he arrived, my suspicions were confirmed. He was rail thin, couldn’t stand at all, and was too weak to even keep his eyes open for long. I started a thin slurry every few hours to see if he’d rally, and he seemed more alert at bedtime but it was too little, too late. He was dead this morning.

West Nile (WNV) isn’t contagious; animals (including humans) get it from being bitten by mosquitoes carrying the virus, who got it from biting infected birds or animals—it’s kind of a vicious cycle. Most humans have only mild symptoms, may not even realize they have WNV, and recover without ever seeing a doctor. But it’s a nasty little virus for birds, especially crows for some reason. There is no treatment aside from supportive care; there’s no vaccine, no meds—rehabbers simply provide a safe environment, food and water, etc., and hope for the best. From what I’m seeing from colleagues, this fall there seems to be a rash of WNV cases.
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And rounding out the week, this juvie mourning dove was taken from a cat this morning. He has a couple of small puncture wounds on his right wing and is missing the vast majority of his tail feathers but has no life-threatening injuries. Because cat saliva is toxic to wildlife, however, he’s been started on antibiotics.  He arrived at LWR hours after he was attacked and got his first dose of meds immediately after an intake exam, so he should be good to go in a couple of weeks.

And again, people, I cannot stress this enough: KEEP YOUR CATS INDOORS.

LWR had two releases last week, the red shoulder and barred owl, both of whom came in concussed a week earlier.  And the releases couldn’t have been more diametrically opposed.
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The red shoulder came straight out of the box….to the ground. I watched for a minute—no attempt to fly. I walked toward him. He glared but didn’t move. I started swearing, put the camera up and walked back the less than 15 feet to the box to get the gloves, gloved up, turned around…and the little snot took off. Yup, I’m standing there with gloves on and camera off, and he decides to show me he can, in fact, fly—and fly beautifully. I cussed him out again for his lack of cooperation as I tried to see where he’d gone. All I can tell you is he was somewhere in this stand of trees.

​The barred owl was slightly more cooperative, shooting out of the box but at least taking a long enough departure flight that I caught part of it on video. He sat where he landed for a bit, then soared off to another tree, where I managed one more shot before he also disappeared.

The juvy great horned looks as if he’ll need to be an ed bird or euthanized, if he can’t be placed.  The red tail recovering from the wing fracture is looking good and inhaling food like he’s expecting a famine soon.
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Another first-year red tail came in, this one a window-strike victim with a vengeance. Apparently he was in hot pursuit of a meal and quite literally crashed through the family’s window, breaking it and landing in their living room. Songbirds are smaller and more maneuverable and can swerve at the last minute; raptors as a rule aren’t quite as quick to swerve (Coops being an exception; those birds are insanely maneuverable). Apparently he managed to scratch his cornea on a piece of the glass in the process. It looks nasty and will probably turn into a corneal ulcer before all’s said and done. He’ll have a vet visit next week; my vets closed early Friday due to a death in their family.

​When this juvy cattle egret came in, he was somewhat lethargic but perked up a bit once he’d had time to de-stress some. However, those balled feet worried me. A former waterfowl rehabber once told me, when I was first permitted, that when egrets and herons and such ball their feet like that it’s not a good sign. It’s a strange little quirk that turns out to be a pretty good indicator of the bird’s fate. This poor fellow died overnight.

​Ending on a happier note, this sweet little male flyer came in. He’s about 4 weeks old and was found in the family’s kitchen floor, but they “weren’t sure” if the cat attacked him or not. People. Really. His eyes are still closed; he didn’t wiggle his nose and magically appear on the kitchen floor. Lock the cat flap and keep the cat inside! 

While the pace picked up from the previous week’s watching paint dry slowness, it wasn’t horribly hectic—nothing like colleagues in the Carolinas and Virginia experienced in dealing with Florence’s damage.
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The GHOs were offered freedom; the UGA female took advantage and while I did attempt a video of her flight to freedom, it was so out of focus it wasn’t worth sharing. The photo below was taken when she landed in a nearby tree to get her bearings before soaring away.

​The younger fellow, though…Weeellll… “Houston, we have a problem.” He lunged out of the box…on the ground. He turned and looked at me…on the ground. I walked toward him. He gave me a gorgeous threat display—see below. But NO FLIGHT. I don’t like tossing released birds into the air, but I gloved up, caught him and gently lofted him upward…he spread his wings as if to take flight…and soared right back to the ground. Needless to say, he’s back in the raptor flight and I may end up trying to place him as an ed bird if he doesn’t take advantage of his next release attempt.

​When this barred owl came in, I was pretty sure he only had a concussion; within 24 hours he was eating and both eyes were fully open and clear. He’s ready for release but given we didn’t know for sure how bad the winds from Florence would be in Middle Georgia, I held him through the weekend.

​This juvenile ruby-throated hummer was a probable window-strike victim who never fully recovered. He seemed to be showing improvement at lights-out and died during the night.

​Late Friday night a call came in about a hawk found in the road. The finder was willing to bring the bird to LWR that night, and she arrived with a woozy but very feisty runt male red shoulder. Again, nothing was broken; he just had blood in his beak indicating head trauma, probably a mild concussion. By the next morning he was alert and eating well. Again, his release was delayed to avoid any potential Florence-related weather this weekend.

​Unfortunately, this female house finch, a cat-attack victim, wasn’t as lucky. She died en route to LWR. 

So folks, here’s the deal: either keep your cats INDOORS where they cannot harm wildlife, or learn to grit your teeth and walk away while the murderer YOU loosed on your local wildlife wreaks havoc, killing adult and baby birds, squirrels, and rabbits. Don’t offer lame excuses about how “Fluffy never does this; I just don’t understand.” YES, Fluffy DOES “do this” all the time; you just don’t always see the results of Fluffy’s murderous rampages. Please read this next sentence very carefully: I do NOT blame the cat for doing what its instincts tell it to do; I blame YOU for being a sorry excuse of a pet owner and allowing your cat to roam freely, endangering both the area wildlife and the cat itself.
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KEEP YOUR CATS INDOORS. It's that simple.

It was a slooooow week, with few calls and no intakes. There was a call from a vet clinic in the Atlanta area about a common nighthawk with a wing fracture that was supposed to be headed this way, and they even very kindly emailed their x-rays; however, the bird never arrived and they never bothered to let me know if it had died, been transferred to another rehabber in the metro area, or what.  And with vet clinics being closed on weekends, it’ll be Monday before I can follow up and see what this poor bird’s fate was.

The great horned owls are still in the raptor flight; the goal is to get them out this week. They’re flying well enough to be released now.
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The red tail I was convinced had mucked himself up last week caught a lucky break—which is probably a poor choice of words, all things considered. His original fracture of the ulna is healing adequately, but he has a minor fracture at the head of the radius. Since he’s come this far and seems to be healing well, we’re giving him time to see how this will impact his flight ability.

One of the few calls last week was from a woman who’d found a banded pigeon and wondered what she should do. Since that question comes up at least every couple of months, let me address it here for your edification.

Banded pigeons are racing, or homing, pigeons. Breeders spend vast sums raising them, vaccinating them (they can’t race without a clean bill of health), banding them…and then they load them up, drive several hundred miles from home, release the birds, drive back home, and wait to see how many make it back. Yeah, when you find the logic in that, please let me know.

These birds have no idea how to find food on their own; they’ve been captive raised and had their food provided. They fly until they literally drop from exhaustion and/or hunger, and if they’re lucky, some kind soul sees them and makes sure they have food and water for the several days it takes them to rebuild their energy reserves to complete their journey. Frequently, they become raptor food. Hey, when the buffet is provided…

So what can YOU do if you find a banded pigeon? First, provide food and water; the bird needs both desperately at this point.  A regular wild bird seed mix will be fine; scratch feed is also good. DO NOT offer bread; bread is NOT a suitable food for ANY wildlife.

Once you’ve taken care of the pigeon’s immediate needs, you need to locate the owner. The band contains the info you need to do so. Details on how to do that can be found here: https://www.pigeon.org/lostbirdinfo.htm

Once you’ve located the owner, you can contact him/her to let them know you have their bird. Here’s where it can get downright infuriating. Some owners will flat-out tell you that since the bird didn’t finish the race, they don’t care what you do with it. Others will immediately get directions from you to come get their bird. It’s hit and miss; I’ve had both experiences.

If the owner falls into the “Oh God, I want to strangle you through the phone” category, congratulations, you have a pet pigeon.  He may or may not be socialized, but with time and patience you can have a very affectionate bird. But the homing instinct will always be there, so he can’t be allowed to fly freely, or he’ll be on his way to his “home” where he’s no longer welcome; you’ll need some sort of enclosure (like a flight pen) that will allow him to stretch his wings and fly. Plenty of pigeon breeding sites will provide info on appropriate enclosures, so have fun researching that for yourself.

What, did you think I was gonna do ALL the work for you? That’s what Google’s for!

Sadly, rehabbers occasionally have utterly craptastic weeks, and that was the case at LWR this past week, with a not unusual but still staggering mortality rate for the week. The great blue heron started spitting back undigested food Monday morning and died a couple of hours later. The screech, who was still not flying the length of the raptor flight but getting stronger every day, dropped dead overnight for no apparent reason. The barred owl with the wrist fracture also dropped dead for no discernible reason.
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 The red tail with the suspected spinal injury remained unable to use his legs at all, and while x-rays were inconclusive, we all agreed the lower spine looked odd. He was humanely euthanized.

​The red shoulder whose leg started bleeding out of the blue ended up massively fracturing that leg when we started to x-ray him. I had been treating his leg daily and it was fine; he was putting weight on it; it just had a small wound above the knee, hence the blood last week. However, when we attempted to straighten the leg for x-rays, it quite literally snapped in two, like a twig. Needless to say, the red shoulder required euthanasia too.

​Then, the cherry on top of this godawful week occurred yesterday when I moved the great horneds into the raptor flight and the red tail with the broken wrist into the large crate the younger GHO had been in. The nature of his fracture and his feisty disposition led us to believe he’d be better off without wrapping the wing. This is a judgment call on a wrist fracture, and we usually nail it. Not this time. Mr. Feisty flailed around in his box so much he’s turned a stable fracture into a very unstable one, and he may also require euthanasia. He’ll be headed to Smalley’s next week for re-x-rays to see just how bad the damage is.

​At least the GHOs are doing well in the raptor flight, knock on wood. The younger one is flying pretty well and letting it be known he’s not a happy camper when I walk in to feed them. The older one, who came from UGA’s vet school with a coracoid fracture and a damaged eye, is not flying high or well yet, but that’s normal when recovering from a fracture of any kind—got to “relearn” how to use the affected body part normally again. The eye still looks pretty awful but not near as bad as when he came in. So we’ll see…

The fundraiser ended with 88% of the goal met, $2635 of $3000. Words cannot adequately express my gratitude to those of you who donated; if you missed your chance, the PayPal links on the website will allow you to donate any time. It will be tight, as I was hoping for the small grant (set up by a former area rehabber to be quickly accessible to other area rehabbers with tax-exempt status in a funding crisis, which the committee managing it seems to’ve forgotten) to supplement the fundraiser, but with the $2635 I can at least manage to reopen the doors on a limited basis. We’ll take it on a week-by-week basis, hope for the best, and see how things go—and hope and pray there are no more godawful weeks like this past one (knowing there will be; it’s the nature of the “biz”…).