Quite awhile back I was walking through the downtown area of Columbus, Ohio around 10:00 pm and saw on the sidewalk in front of a church what looked to be a cats head staring at me as I passed. For a second I was like, what the fuck! When I took a closer look I realized it was a baby barn own huddled tight with a hurt wing and couldn't fly. I tossed my shirt over it so as not to get bit (sucker had a beak like the tip of a steak knife) and brought it back to the place to nurse it back to health. During the day the bird was quiet and still. As soon as night fell the poor little fucker would freak and start raising holy hell trying to get free of the dog carrier I kept him in. I fed him chicken livers and such and opened the door of the carrier several times and let him fly around the place. Once he dropped a slimy bomb catching the wall with a foot long streak of shit. After a few days I brought him back to the place where I found him and bid him farewell.
I luv you, man!!!! (actually I love everyone who posted here) I used to go on this bike ride on the south side of atlanta on the weekends. It's an industrial area during the week, but quiet on the weekends, and the ride was about 50 miles. I'd get dropped from the pack in the first three miles because, for some reason, there would always be turtles in the road. I would get off the bike and put them on the side they seemed to be headed for. I didn't care that everyone else rode on without me. And when the other guys would say, "you can't save them all!!" I'd say, "so does that mean I shouldn't save ANY of them? If I CAN, why wouldn't I?" They'd complain, "Its nature at work!" Bullshit. Two tons of metal rolling over a turtle hasn't got anything to do with "nature" at work.
I was driving down a side street once late at night and noticed an old coon dawg laying in the middle of the street shit faced drunk. I got out thinking he had been hit by a car and asked if he was allright. He looked up at me and said "Fuck you!"
There's humans for ya. I like your barn owl much more. Birds are great to rescue, because the payoff comes when they're all healed, and they open their wings & soar off majestically into the sky. Just make sure you're not standing directly beneath them. Hey NotHip, you're not talking about the Stone Mountain "PATH", are you? If so, I used to love that haul! Man, I miss my old town Anyway, your story reminds me of that poem... *snif* I gotta go now. *snif* I got something in my eye *WAAAAH*
My cat Sebastian. He used to eat junk from a dumpster, now I feed him special kitty cat food, and he doesn't smell bad anymore.
my cat Moon.... she used to be skin and bones when i found her, livin out in the middle of a harsh winter.... now she lives the best life a cat could have..... tons of toys and post to climb and hide in... a water dish that continually flows cold filtered water.. a automatic food dispenser.... and an automatic litter box
I like you too *hugs* oh btw... i forgot to mention... when i got moon... two months later she had kittens... only one survived.. probably had to do with being all sickly... and now she just had another one.. she keeps poppin them out... time to get her fixed lol
I rescued a giant snake the was trying to warm itself on the concrete in the middle of the street. I was like the crcodile hunter, "gimmie a bushy stick"!
HippyLandscaper, you're my new hero. When I lived down in the bayou, snakes would lie in the road all the time. I don't have to tell you how awful it is to see a snake run over by a car. Thanks, you made my day!
just this morning while i was driving i saw a baby bird in the middle of the road...she looked like she was just learning how to fly but couldnt fly yet and she was on a busy road where the cars FLY down the street (no pun intended)......so i stopped and helped her over to the grass.....i LOVE when im in the right place at the right time!
I rescued 2 previously-owned jumbo siamese rats from becoming feeders The owner couldnt keep them anymore I named them Kilo and Fiver
HippyLandscaper, PUSA <3 Right now I have 7 little terrors in the form of 5 week old kittens...with coccidia and roundworm. Which means lots of diarrhea X 7. To get them well I have to feed them all separately which takes about an hour everytime and I do it three times a day and medicate them twice daily. And I had to cut way back on their food to help them get better so their HUNGRY. And letting me know it too. Right now I've got 5 kittens crawling all over me meowing in my face and nuzzling around trying to find food. They were dumped behind a restaurant where this lady I know takes care of a colony of feral cats, so when the restaurant employees who knew her and knew she took care of the cats around there found the kittens, they told her and she had them for week before she gave them to me. Poor babies I want them to get better. In about 3 weeks, does anyone want a kitten???