LWR had two releases last week. The antsy barred owl self-released, which will occasionally happen, so there’s no video. But the red tail gave us a lovely release video, so there’s that.
The screech will definitely be placed as an ed bird. He utterly refuses to use that wing—at all. I’ve been in touch with the raptor educator who’ll be taking him once all the paperwork is in order and her mew modified for a non-flighted bird. I’ve known this educator for several years now, and I know this screech will be going into as ideal a setting as a nonreleasable bird can have—it’ll be like a permanent spa day for him.
The nestling great horned should be branching soon; his wings are nicely feathered but he still prefers sitting in his nest to perching, although he has a low perch in his box for when he wants it. He outgrew his smaller box and had to be moved to larger digs last week, utilizing his feet extensively during the move…i.e., he footed me with both feet, and is getting some strength in those gunboats he calls feet.
An adult barred owl came in after being picked up from the middle of the road in a nearby county. Both his right leg and wing were broken, and as I was preparing to euthanize, he handled the situation himself, within minutes of intake. Given the blood that drooled from his beak after his death on arrival, he obviously had severe internal injuries.
And the nestling barreds who came in late last Sunday are doing great. They quickly began to self-feed, which is always good—limits human contact. Like the great horned, they also prefer their nest to their perch, although I have heard them doing a little test wing-flapping. They’ve grown enough since last Sunday that they also required a larger box late last week, and oh, the outrage that a mere human handled them to move them to their new digs!
2 Comments
The nestling barred from last week was transferred out, and since Nature abhors a vacuum, another baby, a nestling great horned, came in. The great horned nestling—despite his size, he’s not a brancher yet; he has a low perch in his box that he studiously ignores but he loves his nest—was brought into the finder’s yard by their dog, so there was no way to renest him. Fortunately, the dog didn’t injure him, and the finders called DNR immediately. A game warden picked him up and brought him to LWR, where he’s made it quite clear we don’t need to worry about imprinting with him. He’s self-feeding, so human contact is limited to taking his empty food dish out and putting the full dish back in—and every single time he tries to foot me, so he definitely knows humans shouldn’t be his friends. It took us the full week, but we finally arranged transport for the barred and he’s now with a colleague in North Georgia who had two barreds already. Now she has a trio, and the little guy she acquired from me will learn to be a proper barred from being with others of his species. And of course, today, the day after we transferred the bird, I got a call that two more baby barreds will be en route to LWR this afternoon…Nature has a warped sense of humor… The adult barred needed release last week but uncertain weather forecasts kept him penned. I don’t mind delaying a release due to rain when we actually get the rain, but vague threats of rain with no follow-through do annoy me when a bird’s good to go. The screech is looking less likely to be releasable with every week, but he needs to be in a flight to be sure. He does already have placement should he be nonreleasable. As soon as the adult barred is released, the screech will go in the mini-pen and we’ll see what he can do. If you recall, his x-rays showed no fractures but he refuses to use that left wing. Soft tissue damage may or may not heal for flight, so we’ll see… And the red tail showed last week that he’s good to go. Again, uncertain weather delayed his release, but we’re aiming at getting this gorgeous fellow back into the wild this week.
LWR’s first baby of the season, a nestling barred, came in last week, which was a head-bangingly frustrating week. The nestling barred was spotted under a tree in a young woman’s yard, and she did the right thing in leaving him there for a couple of nights to see if the parents returned or were feeding. By the third night she decided he needed help, so she picked him up and then, based on her account (and my eye-witness when she arrived with him nestled on her shoulder like a human infant), proceeded to tote him around like a ragdoll for a couple of days. This bird is young enough to imprint easily, so I’ve been in touch with a colleague who has two barreds about the same age, and we’re working on transferring this baby to her so he can be with others of his species and hopefully not end up nonreleasable due to imprinting. Y’all, when ANY wild baby needs rescuing, there are simple steps to follow:
A second barred came in after being hit by a car, and again, it was a frustrating situation. The person who hit the bird couldn’t or wouldn’t drive it to LWR, so he found someone who would after a day or so of trying, and after I had given him the number of a volunteer transport group that he did not utilize. The person he found locally delayed getting the bird from him for another day, so it had been almost a week before the poor barred made it LWR. Thankfully, he only had a concussion and is eating well and alert now, so he’ll likely be released within a couple of days. He came to LWR in a wire dog crate wrapped like a Christmas present in a blanket, and the crate itself had a leash and a USB charging cord wrapped tightly around it. Both had to be cut to even get into the crate. Revising the above instructions for adult wildlife:
A third barred owl was DOA after being rescued from the side of the road. The finders in this case had actually done everything pretty much by the book, but the bird was too badly injured and died en route to LWR. And God only knows what happened to the fourth barred, as the caller never responded to my message. This person indicated there was a rehabber in their area and I know for a fact there’s no one with the proper permits there, so this one most likely needs to be turned over to DNR to check out, but I’ve tried to give the caller time to do the right thing. So…yeah…one of those bang-head-on-desk weeks pretty much all the way around. In better news, the screech is doing well, although I’m not sure he’ll be releasable. We’ll just have to wait and see, and if he’s not releasable, I may already know of potential placement for him as an ed bird. And in fist-pumping, triumphant-yell news, the red tail is flying quite well now and should be good to go in another couple of weeks. In conclusion, to be honest, given the events of last week, your incensed rehabber is insufferably pleased that she made it through this entire update without cussin’ even once…
Yup, after a fairly quiet pre-Easter week, three days after Easter, LWR got an early morning call about a mature bald eagle. Seems a farmer in a neighboring country was in his field and witnessed this bird lose a fight with another eagle. When he crashed to the ground, the farmer called DNR, who picked up the bird and brought him to LWR. He was a small male, with puncture wounds to the left wing and right thigh, consistent with being held by—and flung from—another eagle’s talons. X-rays at Smalley’s Animal Hospital revealed no fractures, amazingly, and since we were only dealing with puncture wounds that, with meds, should heal fairly quickly, DNR and FWS agreed to allow LWR to keep the bird rather than transport it to UGA’s Wildlife Clinic. He was alert, aggressive, and ate well once the mice were cut up and offered with forceps—often takes adult birds a while to recognize food they haven’t caught themselves. All seemed to be going well…and the next morning, he was dead. All parties involved agree that he obviously had internal injuries, which, of course, don’t show on x-rays. Given the heights at which eagles soar and his hitting the ground at great speed from that height, I suppose none of us should have been surprised that he had internal injuries. Still sucked to lose him, though. The week before Easter, an adult great horned owl came in, with all the flesh gone from his left wing. I mean, even the muscles were gone—it was exposed bone and tendons. Sadly, we can’t regrow muscle, so he required euthanasia. The day before the eagle came in, a gray phase screech came in from a nearby county. The deputy who found him had just hit what was probably a barred owl with his patrol vehicle, instantly killing it. When he stopped to see if it was still alive, he found the screech near the barred carcass and assumed it was a baby and he’d killed the mother. (Gray phase screeches and barreds have similar coloring.) In fact, what the deputy had done was prevent the screech from becoming the barred’s supper. The screech’s left wing felt broken at or near the shoulder, so he also went in for X-rays. Luckily, there was no fracture but he still “guards” the wing. We’re giving him time to see if he has soft tissue damage that just needs time to heal. The red tail is in the main flight and starting to use his left wing a bit more. His flight is still pretty low to the ground, but it’s steady and straight, so hopefully in a few more weeks he’ll be flying high and strong. So all things considered, it wasn’t a horrible two weeks, despite losing the eagle…I mean, it ended with two of my favorite species under care…
|
Archives
April 2025
Categories
All
|