The other night I was sitting with the kids reading the new
Bear Grylls adventure book to them. As we were reading about smugglers, and
jumping out of an airplane over the Sahara desert we heard a loud bang against
the window.
We immediately jumped up to see what it was. We looked out
the window and saw a small owl (called a morepork) lying on the ground. We ran
outside to see if it was still alive or dead and what we should do with it. To
our amazement it was alive. Henri ran and got gloves while Anri ran to get a
box and blanket to keep it warm. After bringing it inside to get warm we
started trying to figure out what to do next. As it was a holiday we weren’t
sure who to call or where to take the bird that would be open.
We called the Bird Rescue center but there was no answer. Then
Amanda remembered that our neighbor used to be a vet and might know what to do.
The kids and I ran over to our neighbors house and asked him if he knew what to
do or could come over. He told us he would come over and check it out.
Mr. Mortimer checking out the owl
When he got to the house we led him to the garage where we
were keeping the bird warm in a box. He stuck his hands in and picked up the
baby morepork. We watch eagerly hoping the owl would be alright. As soon as he
got it out of the box the owl was trying to get loose. Our neighbor examined its
eyes and said it probably had a concussion but was alright. He set it on the
ground outside and after a minute of adjusting the owl flew away.
We were a little disappointed that we weren’t going to be
able to keep it for few days and nurse it back to health, but we were even more
excited that it was alright and able to fly off.
It was quite an exciting night and definitely a memory we
will not forget anytime soon.