Raptor Season

The city of Toronto was crazy for Raptors a couple of weeks ago, when the basketball team won the NBA Championship. It seems to be raptor season at TWC, too.

There’s nothing quite like holding a red-tailed hawk, firmly by its thighs, using your thumbs to point its talons downward, as he is fed. Gorgeous powerful bird, alert to every sound and movement.

This hawk got tangled up in a soccer net and had to be cut out. Now he isn’t eating on his own and needs medication and treatment for his injuries. I held him against my chest, sheet around him for extra support in keeping his wings closed against me and to cover his head and relieve some of his stress.

His eyes are light chocolate brown with black pupil in the middle. He blinks with an opaque lid that quickly covers and uncovers the eyes, like a moist skin membrane.

The other thing that is amazing is his little barbed tongue. Pink, like most creatures, but the hawk’s tongue, about halfway back in its thick downward-curved beak, has prongs facing backward. Like it’s hinged and has two parts – the front part, long narrow oval shaped with its barbed back end looks almost like it’s attached on top of the rest of the tongue.

I’m grateful to have had the chance to hold him as the intern hand-fed him with long metal foreceps. When I was putting the hawk back into his enclosure, I noticed a piece of cardboard under him, and wasn’t sure what it was at first. The intern explained that it is to protect his tail feathers while he’s in the enclosure in ICU.

In any case, once I got him returned as safely and gently as possible, he was not happy. Really not happy. He turned his head, fluffed up his feathers, especially on his head like a fanned crown and looked at me like he was thinking “how dare you.” He stayed like that as I covered his enclosure.

Today was the first time I’ve seen kestrels. A kind of small falcon. Beautiful orange-brown chest and wings with distinct black spots, an alternating black-white-orange around its neck and face. They are not much larger than an adult robin, and rounder. The two that are at TWC were eating and were very agitated when I opened the door of their room to check on them and the state of their enclosure. I always keep as low-key as possible, since I am all too aware that human presence is not a good thing for any wild animal.

Image: ©Joel Sartore/National Geographic Photo Ark

What has blue eyes, warm feet, and is sleek black?

The beautiful baby crow who stepped up calmly onto my hand and looked around, spoke to me in quiet baby crow sounds, and pooped politely away from my arm or head.

It was the end of the night, the end of a long day for many people at the TWC. I had changed from my scrubs to street clothes. As I was leaving, I walked by ICU when two of the nursery volunteers, a woman and a young man, were holding a black bird perched on their hand. I stopped outside the room and watched a moment. It being ICU, I didn’t want to disturb them or any other the other patients in the room. But she generously beckoned me in, crow sitting on the back of her upstretched hand.

It turned out to be a beautiful baby crow, calm and happy in peoples presence, with light blue eyes and a sweet yumyumyumyum sound when the young man fed her by taking bits of fish or fruit in his fingers, showing it to her and when she put her head back and opened her beak, placing the food deeply in her beak. Yumyumyumyum. Then preening her feathers.

I would have not known it was a baby, no fledgling fluff here, just shiny black feathers with white downy under-feathers. When the nursery volunteer asked me if I wanted to hold the baby crow, of course I said yes please! I just held my hand up to its chest and it calmly stepped up onto my hand.

This crow had been hand-raised in captivity. That is why it was so calm and comfortable stepping up onto a person’s hand. We quietly chatted with each other and the baby crow for a few minutes, talking of how smart they are, the differences between crows and ravens, how crows can use tools and get people to drive over nuts to crack them open, and generally marveling and admiring this beautiful baby.

The crow then decided to sit for a while on the woman volunteer’s head, calm and happy the whole time. It was only when it came time to put it into its enclosure that it squawked and flapped bit. I don’t blame it, as I would too. What a special moment at the end of the night.

What sound does a bunny make?

Like the toddlers game – what does a cow sound like? Moo. What does a cat sound like? Meow. And so on. But what about a bunny? They are quiet creatures out of survival necessity, but the cry of a baby bunny will rip out your heart. Especially a terrified baby being picked up by a huge scary human and carried way above the safe ground to be stimulated to pee and poo, before being tube fed.

Waaah!  Bunnies are fast and their cry is loud. “I’m scared! I’m not happy!” Put me down!”

It turns out that most bunnies in the TWC have been attacked by cats. One in there now has wounds all along is underbelly and is not eating – you can feel its vertebrae through its skin. The others in care are doing better – more fat and muscle on them, faster. All are bright eyed and alert.

There’s often a shortage of fresh greens for the bunnies. So I weeded my yard for the first time, and brought a big grocery bag overflowing with huge healthy thriving dandelion greens. And my yard looks better, too. (Finally found the right motivation!) But those lasted about half an hour since so many creatures need greens, and found myself out hunting the fresh-cut grasses of the industrial complex for dandelion and clover. I lucked upon an area behind an industrial building where there were large clusters of clover. Fun fact: even wild bunnies are inclined to use a litter box. At TWC, we put straw in a large plastic container in the enclosures and they use it naturally.

Image: ©Joel Sartore/National Geographic Photo Ark

First Time Catching a Gosling

There were 6 large goslings with their mom in one of the large outdoor aviary enclosures. The mama goose was doing such a good job protecting her babies, hissing at the human intruders and herding babies away, despite being and having an eye infection. Staff member “C” invited me to help her with goslings so their feet could be cleaned and treated for an infection.

Mama goose was covered in a blanket and held gently but firmly by an intern as C treated her with ointment for her cloudy eye, tube-fed, and her feet cleaned with antiseptic. We kept her head gently covered as we caught each one of her babies. Can you imaging how awful it would be for her to be restrained and watch as humans catch her babies. So she remained calm under the blanket as the intern demonstrated catching a big gosling.

They still look like chicks with yellow fuzzy feathers, but they are now much larger – about the size of a duck or pigeon. The intern made it looks easy. When it came to my turn, I chased them into a corner of the wooden enclosure, but these little ones are fast and wily when they want to be! I lucked out with my first one – caught it fairly quickly. When catching a goose or bird that size, the idea is to gently and firmly catch and hold them like a football, one hand on each side of their wings, holding their wings to their body and leaving their chest, head, and feet free. The other 4 I caught using a bed sheet to throw over their heads. That would have been easier in a smaller space, but this was like herding a small herd of terrified creatures who could run in any direction to get away.

In any case, I caught each of them, and they had their feet cleaned and treated. I put each one in a kennel cab when they were done, until all had been treated. By then I was covered in baby goose poop – I’m pretty sure that every single one of them pooped on me as I was holding it for treatment.

The mama goose was released from under her bedsheet and babies were let out the kennel cab to join mum. Later that night I cut up lettuce for them. Wow, do they get excited and forget some of their shyness when there are greens! One of the babies willingly came almost right beside me to get at the greens as I was emptying a big salad bowl of lettuce for them. Maybe I can use greens to help me catch them more easily in the future.