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May reading this help all of us to "lighten up"
when we are so busy with 142 little mouths to feed, 38 wings to re-wrap, and 25
birds to tube feed... all in the next 30 minutes! (Oh, and don't forget those
phone calls!!)
The following items were written by wildlife rehabilitators and those involved in the field, and relate to the exciting and very demanding profession of wildlife rehabilitation.
For those non-rehabbers reading the this, hopefully it will give you a little insight into the sometimes amusing things we run into in our work with injured wildlife and the people that bring them to us for care.
An "Unusual" Species of Snake This March I received a call from an elderly lady about a green snake hanging
in a tree in her front yard. This snake had been there for a few days and she
was concerned that the neighborhood kids would bother it. I asked her if it was
still alive since it is very unusual for a snake to be in a tree for several
days. She said it was...in fact she maintained that it moved some and actually
"hissed" at her when she inspected it by poking it with her broom. And
she insisted on someone coming out to check on this snake.
At this point, this lady had spent a lot of time on the phone to track me
down, so I felt obligated to send someone out. I sent one of my assistants out
to check on the snake and move it to a safer spot or bring it in if indicated.
My assistant did successfully rescue the snake and identified it as the
"rubber" variety. The lady was very embarassed, however she still
wanted it "off the property." Maybe she thought it might hiss at her
again??? It never occurred to me that the neighborhood kids might have actually
left this in this lady's tree. Oh well...the snake is now resting comfortably in
my assistants home...we decided that we needed to keep this snake. This is just
too good of a story.
Hope you all had a good chuckle! This is a reminder that the general public
many times cannot accurately evaluate a situation. In fact, they can drastically
distort the facts. I have thought about this a lot. I am now much more careful
not to believe everything I hear on the phone, but to have the situation
evaluated by a trained individual if there is any question.
Animal "Sounds" In Ducts This reminds me of the elderly widow who called us about an animal stuck in
her heating and air conditioning ducts. When Ron got there she was standing over
the floor vent. When she heard this kind of 'chirping' sound, she would stomp
her foot on the vent and the noise would stop. This 'animal' had been there for
days. Ron looked above his head where there was a smoke detector and removed the
batteries. This took care of the 'animal'. The lady was very embarrased but
happy to have someone put a new battery in her smoke detector!
Feeding a Falcon We get our share of funny stories also. We had one last week, that really had
us upset, then laughing. The local pet store called to say someone was in and
said that they had a falcon, but they didn't know what kind it was, they had it
for several weeks, and they knew that it had to have mouse hair, but they didn't
want to feed it a live mouse, and could they just comb off some mouse hair and
give it to the bird! Well, they of course would not leave their name, but
assured them that they would be back and the pet store employee encouraged them
to call us. A few days later the woman showed up with her "falcon", it
was a chicken! And she, I hope, has learned a lesson of why not to keep an
animal without calling.
by Alan Richrod
Wildlife Rehabilitation Song (to the tune of "An Occasional Man")
I have a permit, that says I'm able. I'm gonna transport. I've got a husband, house, three kids, and Along the highways. Then the work gets heavy, I get tired and So I keep going hour by hour, till I've used up My house is dirty; dishes piled up in the sink! It left no time for a man!
Description vs. Reality In the interest of rehabbing the rehabbers, as we wind down for the season,
how about some stories about the description vs. the reality of what is brought
in to us?
For example, four calls today were for "regular brown birds." Those
translated to 1 grackle, 1 starling, 1 dove, and 1 cowbird. Our usual rule of
thumb for a "baby owl" is to take a carrier for a screech owl. Of
course, that puts you up the creek without a paddle when it really is a
great-horned owl!
A "big duck" is a often a goose, and a "goose" is a swan.
"Huge bird" usually means it's larger than a sparrow. A
"bat" in the chimney is a swift, and a "golden eagle hit by a
car" is a red-tail hawk on a rat on the freeway shoulder. And one of my all
time favorites... the "pregnant pigeon". The caller was emphatic that
we couldn't just leave the poor thing to have her baby on the sidewalk! (It was
a pouter pigeon, banded).
A little girl and her mother brought in a "baby vulture" which
turned out to be a baby pigeon. I explained what they had and even showed them
our educational vulture so they could see the difference. The little girl, about
6, just kept nodding. When I was finished with my little speech, she said,
"Maybe he's a pigeon now... but when he grows up, he's going to be a
vulture!"
The "Humorous" Life of a Rehabber My friend Linda had an escaped 4 inch opossum downstairs and coultn't locate
it. Her son suggested turning off the lights, getting out his remote control car
with headlights, and said "Mom, if I run the carback and forth in the den,
he's bound to run out in front of it, and then you can catch him!"
Or how about the maid next door who was impressed with all the baby animals
we had. Her only comment was, "It's great what you do, but I just don't
understand how you get them babies away from their mommas!"
Or.... how to get welders gloves for free:
Jaws A boy about ten years old found a nest with an egg in it that had been blown
out of a tree during a storm. He was on his way to school and during the day the
egg hatched. His mother called one of our volunteers, but it was pretty late at
night and they were quite a distance away. So, the volunteer gave her
instructions about keeping it warm and how doves put their head in the parent's
mouth to eat. The boy was supposed to call the volunteer the next day but did
not. There was no answer at the boy's house when the volunteer tried to call.
She figured the little bird probably died. Later that evening, the boy called
and wanted to bring the bird over. He had kept the bird going by taking oatmeal
his mom made and stuffing it in a little toy "Jaws" shark he had. One
of those soft rubbery hollow ones that they sell at Disneyland. He put the
oatmeal in the shark and then the baby dove instinctively put his head into
Jaws, and viola... everything apparently seemed natural to him. Cool, huh?! This
was a teeny tiny newly hatched Inca dove about the size of a Jelly Belly jelly
bean. We have volunteers that quake in their boots at the thought of trying to
feed something so tiny. But this little kid had thought this up all by himself
after hearing how baby doves eat. There is hope out there! This happened two
weeks ago and the little dove is starting to feather out and is doing fine. Of
course, we might wind up with an Inca dove that wants to terrorize small towns
along the Eastern seaboard!
Mis-Id's We see many people who bring in animals that are not what they think they
are! How about the "really rare parrot" (really a hatchling pigeon)...
or the chipmunk (neonate rabbit)... or the Gila monster in the damp scrap wood
bin (damp scrap wood).
And then there's my all time favorite:
Oh, yes, and then there was the early Sunday morning when I was doing
California Condor observation at the L.A. zoo prior to the test releases back
into the wild. Security put through a call to me at the "Condor
Hilton" from a guy who claimed there was a condor flying around his house
(actually, a turkey vulture).
What Is It? This year, my favorite mis-ID was a "blue grouse that followed my
children home" which turned out to be a friendly young gray chicken...
"Lady, it looks like a chicken to me!"
A few years ago, a woman called me up to tell me she had raised a peregrine
falcon chick, and she knew she would be in big trouble if the Game Department
found out. She asked me to please come over and take the bird so she wouldn't be
arrested. I asked her for a description. First it was downy and pale, then gray,
etc. When I got there, I stepped in the room and said, "Where is it?"
She replied "You're looking right at it!" It was a nice hefty young
pigeon! She kept insisting the bird was a falcon. Her "raptor"
survived because she had included oatmeal with the raw meat! One of the many
"raptor pigeons" we have around here.
I advise those folks with "baby gulls" to check the toes for webs.
And our local rehab joke is about "Seagles" and "Eagulls"...
somethimes these misidentifications lead to real trouble as the public try to
deal with feeding something: infant swallows fed bread, etc. My favorite diet
for swallows (which they survived on for a week!) was the "Spam
and egg" diet. Just watch out for those swallows when you're dining
alfresco!
"Is it bigger than a breadbox?" And that is totally another story!
More Mis-ID's! We've had a turkey vulture "as big as a medium sized dog" that
turned out to be a pigeon; two swans that turned out to be peking ducks, and a
large hamster that was actually a pocket gopher.
Too many calls come in about "city birds", "regular
birds", or "those birds that fly around outside". Grackles are
either "cackles" or crows. Baby pigeons are often mistaken for
ducklings although one woman was certain they were orphaned herons. Sparrows are
"little wrens". One lady left a message that she had a baby Saguaro
that she was keeping warm and trying to feed soaked dog food. We listed to the
message about ten times trying to catch what she was saying since a Saguaro is a
cactus. When we called her, she said "You know... a Saguaro... it's our
state bird!" She meant a Cactus Wren. For awhile there we were all getting
excited about the possibility of becoming cactus rehabbers.... low maintenance,
no stress... just make sure you don't sit on your patient!
We also had a very new volunteer (no longer with us) that brought me a
"grackle" that turned out to be a tiny Gamble's quail. I still haven't
figured that one out. Oh, and another woman called about this big
"thing" that swam up into her yard from the lake and she made it sound
like the Loch Ness monster. Some sort of mutated goose that was huffing and
puffing. Of course, it was a big male muscovy duck, but it really freaked her
out. She thought it might eat her little poodle!
We get an assortment of calls about "pregnant" birds and also have
people who insist that a duck has laid a clutch of 12-14 eggs in their yard
overnight. Way too many people still believe that if you touch a baby bird, the
human scent will make the mother reject it; or that birds carry rabies.
Sometimes it can drive you crazy, but then there are the really good people you
come across and that offset the "ignorant" people that are out there.
Rules For Interpreting Animal ID's by Laypeople On the subject of animal ID by lay folks having their first encounter of the
wild kind, we have several rules of thumb at my center:
Humorous Animal "Histories" by the public As part of the intake procedure in our organization, we ask for a routine
basic history of the animal or bird turned over to us. We ask where they found
it, how long they have had it, did they feed it, etc. Some of the histories
given are quite amusing:
History of Animal:
You Might be a Wildlife Rehabilitator if... You Might be a Wildlife Rehabilitator if...
Are you a rehabilitator or a jetsetter? In making a fashion statement, how do you accessorize your wardrobe most
often? You're lunching at your favorite restaurant. The topics of conversation
lean heavily toward: Your refrigerator contains: Your freezer contains: Your favorite catalog shows up in the mail. You can't wait to curlup with
the latest issue of: You fantasize about: Your dream vacation would have you checking out:
by Phil Kramer
by Ron Doyle
by Becky Barron
Richrod's Wildlife Law:
by Christy Whitaker
Wildlife Rehabilitation
Widlife Rehabilitator is my
label.
And I'll do cottontails, grey squirrels,
Still have time for my man.
I'm gonna rescue.
I'll work the hotline cause
they say
I'm gonna save 'em; cure 'em; cause I
I got a rehabbin' plan.
Down in the ditches.
To see if anything at all
needs stitches.
I got my sutures, black bag,
A great rehabbin' plan!!!
But there's cages to clean, and 12 more squirrels
Then my husband walks in, winks and then
grins.
My husband's horney, and
i haven't slept a wink!
Then Spring's upon us, there's birds all over,
and
So I got hatchlings,
nestlings, fledglings, STARLINGS!!
by Ann Bradshaw, Texas
by Pat Isaccs
A business woman taking her son to school saw a dead opossum on the
road. They parked and pulled mom off the road. A construction truck stopped
behind her. Two men jumped out to help... giving her 14 yr. old son their
welding ploves to pull the babies off the mom. The lady thought nothing of this
until they started walking away and she heard: "Doesn't that beat all...
some kid performing a CC on a dead animal to save the babies. Oh, mam... you can
keep the gloves... we don't want them back after they've been inside an animal's
stomach." When the lady brought the opossums in to us, she left the gloves
too!
by Nancy Eilertsen, Arizona
by Melissa Kaplan, California
kind of turtle is it? Is it a box or an
by Hilary Richrod
"Yes... and it has a pointy
beak!"
"Yes, they pretty much all have pointy beaks, unless they're
ducks..." :)
by Nancy Eilertsen, Arizona
by Julie
Burkhart, California
by Project
Wildlife, California
Misc. Authors:
by Nancy Eilertsen
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