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
I’m not really sure what happened, but I found myself in the dark in a cage at a strange place.
After the sun came up, a family came by and I was scooped up and brought inside where I was looked at, felt, wings stretched out and then put in a warm aquarium. This whole process was a bit scary but the people seemed very excited about my arrival and they were gentle with me.
A little bit later I was fed and it was tasty.
It’s been a week and I’m still here at Fallen Feathers. The Lady who answers the phone, Jody, lives here, it’s her home. She takes care of us all.
I don’t see Mom or Dad anymore but I get the care I need. I’m kept warm. I get food. I see other birds around me getting the same treatment only they don’t look like me. They don’t eat the same things I eat. I’m bigger than they are.
I’m growing fast. Most of my fluff is disappearing and my feathers are growing in.
The lady that brought me inside from the cage visited today. She is a volunteer. She told me when I get bigger and my feathers are all in that I’ll learn to fly that she hopes I’ll be “releasable”. I don’t know what that means yet, but it sounds nice.
Autumn, the barn owl