I thought I would begin a series of my favorite things. I started this a while back, but it never went anywhere. Since Christmas is just around the corner, now's a good a time as any...
Some of my favorite things...at RAPTOR:
Some of my favorite things...at RAPTOR:
One of my favorite pictures of a bird and myself. Helen, our very old red-tailed hawk. She died about 3 months after this was taken. She was so beautiful.
Never has an owl looked so....what? Is there a word for how pitiful this is?
That's more like it...he looks like a little owl-angel.
Earl, our turkey vulture. Earl....sigh. I would like it very much if we could become friends. I can't take her out for programs because her carrier won't fit in my car, but even so...she doesn't think much of me. One of our volunteers said that it's just that I am not interpreting Earl's love properly.
Ahh... the time Lucy stepped onto my shoe and tried to climb up my pants. God love her.
Sylvester, the great horned owl, does not approve of my panty hose.
Elvis...I miss him very much.
...and so does Isabelle.
When the public appreciates my visits....it makes it all worthwhile.
I love Lucy. Period.
Even Isis, in her bitchy-prone attitude, is a vision of loveliness.
Watching the citizen who called us about an injured bird RELEASE that same bird....wow.
Isn't it nice when people CARE?
I love being able to go look at a barn owl whenever I want.
Never has an owl looked so....what? Is there a word for how pitiful this is?
That's more like it...he looks like a little owl-angel.
Earl, our turkey vulture. Earl....sigh. I would like it very much if we could become friends. I can't take her out for programs because her carrier won't fit in my car, but even so...she doesn't think much of me. One of our volunteers said that it's just that I am not interpreting Earl's love properly.
Ahh... the time Lucy stepped onto my shoe and tried to climb up my pants. God love her.
Sylvester, the great horned owl, does not approve of my panty hose.
Elvis...I miss him very much.
...and so does Isabelle.
When the public appreciates my visits....it makes it all worthwhile.
I love Lucy. Period.
Even Isis, in her bitchy-prone attitude, is a vision of loveliness.
Watching the citizen who called us about an injured bird RELEASE that same bird....wow.
Isn't it nice when people CARE?
I love being able to go look at a barn owl whenever I want.
5 comments:
That was one pitiful owl picture. I am just jealous of all the gorgous raptors you are personal with.
Great post! WTF happened to that owl? I thought it was a puppet that someone had "loved" too much!
Lisa:
Isn't he awful-looking? I feel so lucky to be able to handle those birds. Big time coolness!
D:
Our screech owls (and other centers' screech owls) go through a really ugly molt at the end of the summer. No one is sure why...something to do with captivity. But they fluff out well before the snow starts flyin'.
PITIFUL IS THE RIGTH WORD! I just want to hug her, give her some chocolate, and a nice hot bubble bath. I assume it's a her...
Your favorite things are the best, Susan. Many people really do care.
Oops. I should have read the previous comments first :o/
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