So here in the outer regions of Dallas, I’ve learned more about living in nature then I ever did on the farm. We had some property when I was very young that my parents referred to as “The Farm.” I never knew how many acres that meant. I just knew that we had chickens, cows, a couple of old horses, and a bull named Ben. There, we all lived in harmony. Looking back it’s clear to me now that the harmony I enjoyed was created by a kind caretaker living on site. Here, I’ve learned some pretty tough lessons. Which brings me to why every two hours I’m now feeding six starlings and two grackles? That’s right. I became Momma bird to eight hatchlings on June 8th at approximately 11:30 am.
So here’s how it happened…… Joanna found her sport this week in a tennis clinic led by the head coach of our local high school. I quietly enjoyed watching her hitting balls across the net for the first half of her lesson. And then the phone started ringing… My husband had run across a baby screech owl while on his morning stroll with our aged Great Dane, Velma. Fearing that Velma still might have some huntress blood pounding through her heart, he ran home and dropped her off. Shortly thereafter he called to tell me that the neighbors had already called Animal Services. In my mind that’s the true emergency, a baby owl dispatched to Animal Control. I know they do a great service…. But, a sick baby owl has a better chance at a rescue facility. So enters Terry into our lives. She runs American Wild Feathers. Isn’t that just the coolest name ever? Who hasn’t enjoyed a wild feather in their lives now and then? So, I got her name from the local bird store. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.
After quickly asking Steve to bring me a box and some big towels, we race to the downed baby. By this time, Brownie (that’s right we already named the dear one) had drawn a crowd of neighborhood children accompanied by their prospective parents. So, I quickly scooped Brownie up in the now out of favor Sponge Bob beach towel. Ensconced him in the before mentioned box. And we were on our way. Of course, by now Joanna is almost finished with her lesson. So, we pick her up as we are on the phone with Terry. Thankful, Terry said bring your owl here now, because, honestly I was at a loss for what might be ailing Brownie. His wings were fine. But his talons were curling into each other. So within an hour of boxing poor Brownie up, we were ringing Terry’s doorbell.
And this is where it gets sad. Brownie was a secondary victim of rat poisoning. Someone is our neighborhood had used this as a means to reduce our rodent population. When will humans learn that poisons always come back to harm us? Terry explained that the Momma Owl must have picked up a dying mouse/rat and fed on it herself and then fed it to Brownie and his nest mates. In all probability they’ve all been poisoned. Terry was able to give Brownie a vitamin K shot. This will block the poison from doing any more damage. Only time will tell. So I’ll keep you posted. If you want to help Terry and our local wildlife with wings here is her website. www.americanwildfethers.org
As I was signing Brownie over to Terry I saw that she had already taken in a three birds in various stages of crisis. And of course, being me, I asked “How can I help?” I quickly learned that there are several certifications needed to care for protected wildlife. Of which I have none. But Terry took pity on me and sent me home with unprotected baby birds. So, now our laundry room is home to six starlings and two grackles. They are the ugliest/cutest things that we fell hopelessly in love with right around their second feeding. And did I mention they are quite vocal? Our youngest cat is having a ball sitting on top of their enclosure/box. I think she considers them her personal entertainment. Velma on the other hand gets right next to them and whines with them when they start chirping for food. So our usually quiet abode is now ringing with glorious sounds.
When I was first confronted with a rat problem in our attic, I found a product sold locally called FOX URINE. No kidding! I bought it at Wells Brothers in Plano. www.wellsbrothersplano.com It works instantly. But, it was a bit more labor intensive than I like. The urine products that you can really find anywhere on line need to be re doused monthly to insure that you never see those scurrying critters again. It can get messy if you’re in a hurry.
When I went back to update my neighbors about Brownie, we started talking about all the benefits to having owls around. And then of course she was kind enough to tell/show me the product she uses around her household. It’s called FRESH CAB. And it’s easy to order on line at www.earth-kind.com It’s an amazing product that repels rodents with aromatherapy. And guess what? It smells great. So, I’ll be using it in the future.