I Spy A Golden Eye

I may feel like I'm not as sharp as I used to be in so many ways (I word search, am tired way too often, can be distracted by the multitasking overwhelm that modern life has become) BUT when I'm in nature, I'm highly alert. Every formerly dull sense is tuned in to the smallest of things. If something flickers in the lake, if there is a small movement in the trees, if there is a barely audible cry I pick up on it like I have SUPERPOWERS!

So I was out walking one early summer afternoon in The Park and there was the tiniest rustling.  I wasn't quite sure what had gotten my attention, just that it had. There was a ghostly sense of something, almost imperceptible really. I could not be sure I wasn't just mistaken. I squinted into the blue sky and the mass of newly full, vibrant lime green leaves and even with glasses on, could not make anything out. 

I just took a picture of the general area that got my attention, figuring if there was something there I might see it if I went home and enlarged the pic.
Sure enough, the below is what I got when I cropped it!!!!!

How cool is that? Owls are so mysterious, and usually are heard and not seen. I've just recently seen owls up close --which is saying a lot considering I've lived half a century. I saw one flying out of the smoke when I was stranded on the side of the one and only road during a giant fire on the island of Maui, the night before I eloped. Under the circumstances, I considered that it might be a spirit totem or something (either that or the prenuptial fire was a sign, lol). It had a very long wingspan but an abnormally large head for a regular bird, which until then were the only ones I'd seen. The eyes were so large and dark, and while all it's feathers stretched out when it was in flight, the fluffiness of it's head remained the same and that accounted for the proportion. It's one of those moments I'll never forget. 

Flash forward two years and I was face to face with several owls at The Center which you can read about HERE for starters (or simply click on the tag OWLS to your left on this page...).

Maybe one of you can identify what kind of owl it is. I know what kind it isn't. Not a screech owl... not a barn owl, not a great horned owl.  Any birders out there know? 

This Chinese Goose came to The Center a while back with a broken leg which happened when a dog ran after it and got it in it's mouth. I've seen it happen too often-- people are out walking their doggies and encourage them to chase after squirrels, ducks and geese. I'm not sure why. Maybe they assume the animals will be quick and get away and just provide a harmless romp for their pup. But we see some terrible stuff come in from this so I recommend bringing a ball/frisbee or tossing them a stick....

We'd had this duck for about a week. Cleaned and dressed the wounds, gave an antibiotic to fight infection and depending, an anti-inflam medication or something to help with pain. Made sure the visiting vets would check how things were progressing. This one was not stepping on the leg, so we tried to put him in a tub of water (seen below) to help him exercise the leg but he wasn't too interested at first. So we took him out, toweled him off, set him down and let him preen. We'd try it again another day.



We kept her for several weeks, and like most geese, she was very talkative. Since Geese mate for life and bond very deeply with another of it's kind, I always worry about their partner who has been left alone, wondering what happened to their buddy. And when I hear the plaintative wail from the one we are treating, I wonder if it is wondering the same thing. In a lull, I might go sit with a goose for a little, and they often calm down. I'm told that they don't relate this way, and that as a human, I may be stressing them out rather than comforting them. But I don't get this response. I don't try to talk to a goose, I just sit very still, like a friend at a bedside, and mentally I send love and thoughts of healing to them. (Don't think I'm nuts... it can't hurt can it? The world would probably be a bit better off it we all did this for each other, right?)

I'm partial to geese, since meeting and becoming quite involved in the partnership of Mr and Mrs Goose who you can read about HERE and more if you click on their names or just the label Geese on the right of this page. We've seen several cases of really bad wounds come in. But the woman who heads the center said. "Geese are really hardy and resilient." I held onto those words when I worried for them, and sure enough she was right.

This goose healed up well enough and now lives happily on that very woman's couple of acres with many other waterfowl. If I ever find a place to buy a home I plan have land and a little pond so I can provide a safe haven too. Don't think he's at all lonely now! :-)