I had just settled down to spend New Years eve relaxing in my comfy PJ's when a friend let me know she hit an owl with her truck. It was out cold as she picked it up, but then came to. She was sitting on her front porch with it nearby. It kept an eye closed and seemed stunned.
She has many cats...
She asked me if she should put it into a tree. I told her I was going to come and help her catch it and put it somewhere safe. While it couldn't fly, it would stress and try to scamper away when approached.
I have never been to her new place which is out in the boonies. So..night blind as I am..off we go with my trusty kitten rescue Box. Talk about dark and rainy roads with a bunch of idiots out and about.
Small town as we are, we do have a wildlife rescue and thank God they returned my call. I knew they would want to take the owl, no matter what day or time. We caught the poor bugger and off to find the home residence of that wildlife rehab center.
Little one made it that far. They had fluids ready and set up for the little one. Quick checkup showed blood in one eyeball. Probably head trauma. They said they are often blind after a hit. Sometimes just temporary, sometimes permanently. They are still hopeful. I dropped of a donation to help care for the little guy. I've brought them several other animals and always try to help out with the expense. Well, back at home now after all that excitement. Now I can only hope it survives...
Here it is at the rescue and after its exam. A quick no flash pic before leaving it in good hands..
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