This young barred owl was found hung by one leg in the slats of a wooden fence. He’d rubbed the flesh completely off the leg in his attempts to free himself, but as nasty as it looked, there was a good chance it was fixable. It would’ve been a slow process but the wound probably would’ve healed.
Unfortunately, in his thrashing he’d broken the other leg in multiple places near the joint. It was an open fracture, as well, spelling doom for the poor owl.
Aside from the photo of him in the box immediately upon intake, the other photos were taken after euthanasia. No sense making the poor fellow suffer any longer than necessary.
We also lost the runt red-headed woodpecker. Bless his little heart, he reached the stage of development you saw in last week’s photos and just stopped growing. No further feather growth, no weight gain—nothing. But as long as he’d eat, I was willing to give him a chance. He died in his sleep mid-week.
In better news, the surviving red-headed woodpecker is in the flight pen, flying nicely and awaiting several days with low rain predictions so he can be released.
The screeches finally made it into the flight pen, where they expressed their unhappiness by refusing to eat. Too soon, I guess, or it may’ve been weather-related. Screeches seem to be very sensitive to changes in barometric pressure, and we were having a bout of high-humidity, rainy days… They’re back inside for a day or two, and then we’ll try again.
The bottom photo provides close-ups of their faces/heads, not quite to scale—the flyer’s face/head will be noticeably smaller than a gray’s.