Usually, at least. Yesterday, however, I made an appearance at Local First Fall Festival in Downtown Phoenix.
I had been shot and my wound had been left for 5 days and then I was taken to Fallen Feathers. I was taken for medical treatment and I lost my wing. I’m happy to be alive and I’ve been an Education Bird for 17 years now. I go to events to help Jody talk about the Rescue and Rehabilitation work that they do every day.
I’m one of eight birds that regularly come out to events. Fallen Feathers has owls, hawks, falcons, a vulture and a raven. I’m the oldest.
Every year I also teach about a dozen baby great horned owls the ways of the world, how to hunt, how to eat.
It’s a tough job, but some owl has to do it so they can survive when they go back into the wild.
As for today, I watch the other birds. I watch our volunteers. I watch the people taking pictures of me and the people waking by. I turn my head left and right, the full 270 degrees that I can. I watch everything.
Robert, the Great Horned Owl