This week has been a bloody nightmare.
I've rescued 4 blackbird chicks, 3 starling chicks and 5 sparrow chicks. Since they're all feral they ALL had to be euthanised. It got to a point where a wman rang to have another sparrow rescued, and I told her what I'd have to do. She was very disappointed. Then I said "Would you like to try to raise it?" So I told her how to raise a sparrow. It's illegal to release ferals back into the wild but I didn't care. Anything to avoid killing something else.
Today I rescued a blue-tongued lizard that had been attacked by a dog. The lizard's back was broken and it's vent was prolapsed. I had to put it down, too. Since reptile metabolism is so slow, you can't kill them quickly on drugs or chloroform. The only way to kill them humanely is to destroy the brain. So I put the lizard in an old pillow case, found the head, then smashed it with a hammer. Then I cut the head off with a shovel. Fuck I hate doing this.
I also picked up two rosellas that were so badly diseased they had to go. I don't know the proper names, but one had "beak and feather" disease and the other had "sticky pooh." Both birds were emaciated beyond belief.
The dove with a compound fracture full of maggots didn't require much thought beyond "How fast can I put this one down?"
The only successes this week were a pair of noisy minah chicks, a grass parrot chick, and a nankeen kestrel chick: the cutest ball of brown fuzz with sharp pointy bits I've ever seen. It bit my finger with hardly enough pressure to leave a mark. Then it grabbed my finger with its talons. It didn't draw blood but I experienced first hand the ratchet-effect raptor feet have. I had to wait until it wanted to let go.
So many young birds! The parents can't feed them in this drought.
I've rescued 4 blackbird chicks, 3 starling chicks and 5 sparrow chicks. Since they're all feral they ALL had to be euthanised. It got to a point where a wman rang to have another sparrow rescued, and I told her what I'd have to do. She was very disappointed. Then I said "Would you like to try to raise it?" So I told her how to raise a sparrow. It's illegal to release ferals back into the wild but I didn't care. Anything to avoid killing something else.
Today I rescued a blue-tongued lizard that had been attacked by a dog. The lizard's back was broken and it's vent was prolapsed. I had to put it down, too. Since reptile metabolism is so slow, you can't kill them quickly on drugs or chloroform. The only way to kill them humanely is to destroy the brain. So I put the lizard in an old pillow case, found the head, then smashed it with a hammer. Then I cut the head off with a shovel. Fuck I hate doing this.
I also picked up two rosellas that were so badly diseased they had to go. I don't know the proper names, but one had "beak and feather" disease and the other had "sticky pooh." Both birds were emaciated beyond belief.
The dove with a compound fracture full of maggots didn't require much thought beyond "How fast can I put this one down?"
The only successes this week were a pair of noisy minah chicks, a grass parrot chick, and a nankeen kestrel chick: the cutest ball of brown fuzz with sharp pointy bits I've ever seen. It bit my finger with hardly enough pressure to leave a mark. Then it grabbed my finger with its talons. It didn't draw blood but I experienced first hand the ratchet-effect raptor feet have. I had to wait until it wanted to let go.
So many young birds! The parents can't feed them in this drought.
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Date: 28 Nov 2002 05:54 (UTC)I really hate the fact that, with many animals, people get reduced to "collect 'em to kill 'em," if they're licensed rehabilitators, even if they're healthy, like with the starlings and such.
How're those baby bats doing that you had up on your page a while ago?
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Date: 28 Nov 2002 10:26 (UTC)Gah. Thanks for being there. Most people would run screaming the other way.
You know my friend Tobie?
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Date: 28 Nov 2002 16:18 (UTC)no subject
Date: 28 Nov 2002 11:35 (UTC)I know how hard it is to care. Fucking drought. You're doing your best for them. I'm sorry. *hug*
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Date: 28 Nov 2002 15:19 (UTC)The kestrel took a couple of days to work out that its mum wasn't coming back, and now accepts food from the carer. They eat mice and insects in the wild, so right now it's being fed pre-killed mice and rat-babies (it's illegal to feed live prey) and whatever large 'hoppers can be caught in the garden. Rehab is difficult with raptors but the nankeen kestrels are easier. The carer will put a dead mouse inder a pile of hay in the cage then use a stick to make "mouse movement" noises so the bird has to hunt. And for added excitment she'll throw a handful of live grasshoppers in there for the bird to catch. http://www.camacdonald.com/birding/NankeenKestrel(KR).jpg
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Date: 28 Nov 2002 17:39 (UTC)Meerp?
Date: 29 Nov 2002 01:39 (UTC)Re: Meerp?
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Date: 28 Nov 2002 21:31 (UTC)Poor batty, poor animals..
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Date: 29 Nov 2002 08:42 (UTC)You do what you can. Even euthanasia is a welcome kindness to animals in such pain.
I don't envy your position, but I do admire you. God bless you, Batty :)
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Date: 29 Nov 2002 10:08 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2 Dec 2002 16:01 (UTC)Shall I start calling you Jeff Corwin or Steve Irwin? *ducks and runs, laughing*
Yes, I know them's fighting words but hopefully I made you smile.