Don’t wanna be…
I have a family of barn owls that live in my warehouse. They roost up where the I-beam meets one of the inner walls. There is a gap in the brickwork there and they seem to have contentedly set up a baby owl production line in there.
Every couple of months the juveniles get kicked out of the nest and are forced to experience the reality of existence. This is always a bit of a problematic time period for me, because juvenile barn owls are… how do I put this politely… really stupid. That and my warehouse (during the day at least) isn’t exactly the optimal training ground to hotdog around in and ‘buzz’ the tower (if you know what I mean).
In any event, this one was especially dense. He kept flying into walls and knocking himself unconscious. I actually thought he was injured because he was really struggling to get airborne… and when he did achieve some level of altitude he’d fly straight into a wall. Eventually I’d had enough of his shenanigans, grabbed him and boxed him.
My friend is a vet. She’s also does falcon… eh… ry? That is a thing right? A person with a leather glove and falcon who kill lesser creatures for sport? So has experience with raptors. And raptors and owls are similar right? I think an owl might even be a raptor… I am remarkably ignorant when it comes to nature. In any event I took it there so she could examine it.
Physically its fine. Mentally is a bit of an unknown. She’ll keep it overnight for observation, feed and hydrate it and then I’ll bring it back here tomorrow and it can roam around here over the weekend and get a feel for his wingspan and orientate himself with the unyielding stationary nature of certain objects.
Anyways, this is my good deed done for the day. I feel like I should fire someone to bring some balance back to the force…
*shakes the magic pinky jar on his desk* ‘Who should I fire?’
Less helpful than anticipated.