I admit it. I am a fan of Hope for Wildlife, airing on Oasis. I am fascinated by wildlife rehabilitation. I know one thing for certain. I could never be a volunteer. It would be too hard to see an animal or bird I had fought hard to save die because there was nothing more I could do. I would cry every time and it would impact me so profoundly.
Before Hope, I found rehabs closer to home and even a facility dedicated to the conservation of birds of prey. It’s no secret that I have a fascination and love of birds. Raptors and parrots are my favourites.
Here is a list of organizations that I follow:
- Hope for Wildlife
- The Raptors (formerly Pacific Northwest Raptors):
- North Island Wildlife Recovery Association
- BC SPCA – Wildlife Animal Recovery Centre
- Mountain Avian Rescue Society (MARS)
This past month, two particular stories have captured my attention.
The first story is from MARS. A female bald eagle was found unconscious at a local landfill, “soaked, and shivering violently”. The likely cause of her condition was ingestion of an unknown toxin. The first priority was getting her body temperature up and then intravenous fluids. From their Facebook page: “More than once, we thought she had passed away but then a shallow breath would be noticed. After forty hours unconscious and unresponsive, she was found awake and standing this morning! We’re calling her ‘Miracle’ “. On March 22nd, she was released back to the wild. Wow.
MARS posted this very profound and true reminder:
This beautiful bird’s ordeal is a reminder to all of us to really think about what we throw in our trash. Toxic chemicals etc must be disposed of properly. An ‘out of sight, out of mind’ attitude by us can spell needless suffering for other creatures.
The second story comes from The Raptors. A lovely barn owl, hand-raised, called Ollie and a star at their daily flying demonstrations, was grabbed by a red-tailed hawk. Before the staff could separate the birds, there was significant damage to his leg. Gill and her staff made an incredibly agonizing decision: amputate. It was either than or euthanasia. Ollie, though still ‘wild’ in so many ways, was still a member of the family. Sadly the shock and ordeal was too much for Ollie and he passed away. My heart was and still is very heavy.
So why am I posting about both miracles and sadness?
First, it’s my way of saying get up and do something, support your local wildlife rehab centres. Without them, species would be eliminated from our regions, countries and the world. We need our wildlife.
Second, I ask you to act environmentally responsible. What are you throwing out? Can it harm our wildlife? Can it harm humans if it gets into our water supply?
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