It's a rare Saturday when I have no obligations. I'm off seeing the latest rare bird (well, looking for it, anyway) or I have a RAPTOR program, or there's family stuff. Today I thought my help would be appreciated at RAPTOR after the flood.
When I first got there, I got Lucy out and perched her so she could get some exercise and stretch. Then, I got brave and decided to go get Earl. Now, I don't deal with Earl. When I do a program, I walk right on by her cage. One, she doesn't fit into my car and two, she's freakin' crazy. But I wanted to overcome my nervousness.
The others asked if they could watch. I said no. They asked if they could laugh. I said yes.
I went in and picked up one of her jesses and she commenced to biting the everloving Hell out of me. I stood my ground, but she was having none of me today. Thankfully, Marc came in and helped out by holding her jesses while I got the swivel on. I got her on my glove and walked outside. She then bated (flew off the glove) and spun me around a few times (she's heavy...like 4.6 pounds...and strong). She then refused to get back up on my hand and just hung there (a bird's version of pouting). Marc got a glove on and assisted her back up to my hand. And then Earl puked on me. And not a little dribble...more like a whole rat's worth of barf. It got on my hand, on my shirt...I may have to burn it.
I passed her to Marc, and she suddenly was acting like a lady.
She is such a brat.
Gratuitous vulture photo for Lynne.
The carriers that held the birds for two days were in need of some major scrubbing:
Russ and Craig, spraying out one of the bird carriers.
Marc grabbed my camera and got some pictures of me. I'm sure glad he didn't come up from behind me. Cause that's not my good side.
We also coped Lucy's beak, and at the end of it all, Marc reached in to feel for any rough spots, and Lucy bit the crap out of his finger. She was hooded, but there was just enough room for her to see his fingers getting close and bam. It's not a good coping unless someone is bleeding.
For those who don't routinely scrub raptor poop: Red-tailed hawk poop is similar in consistency and permanence to spackle. It takes a wire brush and lots of scrubbing and maybe you will get it off whatever you are trying to clean.
Vulture vomit, blood and big-bird poop.
Just another glamorous day at RAPTOR, Inc.