EileenH
Well-Known Member
As most of you know, I work in a wildlife hospital.
About a month ago, someone came into our hospital about an injured osprey in their yard with a fishing lure stuck in his wing. Since they lived right by our hospital,one of my staffand I hopped on the bandwagon and checked it out. Sure enough, we saw an osprey, about 10 feet in the water on a stump, with a lure sticking out of his wing.
Unfortunately, he spotted us looking at him and unbelievably flew about 500 feet away.
We really didn't think we'd get him, but we located where he went. Right in the middle of a marsh, we waded through the mud (me freaking out that I would get bitten by a snake...) we finally got him.
On admission, this is what we found:
This is one my clinic assistant, Michelle, quickly working to remove the fishing line & lure fromhis wing. (she's heading off to Cornell Vet School next week, I am proud to say..). By some miracle, the lure did not hook him, but the fishing line already did enough damage:
We've been working with this bird for about 3 weeks, and with a bird like this, every day you hold your breath. They are not good patients in captivity, as they don't eat on their own so they have to be force fed; they have to go on prophylatic medicine to prevent fungal infections. They are hard.
But I am so happy to say, that this week, this is what we got to do:
And here he is, flying over the Long Island sound off into the sunset. Bye, osprey!:
Enjoy; it was one of those moments I'll always remember so I thought I would share it with you guys.
About a month ago, someone came into our hospital about an injured osprey in their yard with a fishing lure stuck in his wing. Since they lived right by our hospital,one of my staffand I hopped on the bandwagon and checked it out. Sure enough, we saw an osprey, about 10 feet in the water on a stump, with a lure sticking out of his wing.
Unfortunately, he spotted us looking at him and unbelievably flew about 500 feet away.
We really didn't think we'd get him, but we located where he went. Right in the middle of a marsh, we waded through the mud (me freaking out that I would get bitten by a snake...) we finally got him.
On admission, this is what we found:
This is one my clinic assistant, Michelle, quickly working to remove the fishing line & lure fromhis wing. (she's heading off to Cornell Vet School next week, I am proud to say..). By some miracle, the lure did not hook him, but the fishing line already did enough damage:
We've been working with this bird for about 3 weeks, and with a bird like this, every day you hold your breath. They are not good patients in captivity, as they don't eat on their own so they have to be force fed; they have to go on prophylatic medicine to prevent fungal infections. They are hard.
But I am so happy to say, that this week, this is what we got to do:
And here he is, flying over the Long Island sound off into the sunset. Bye, osprey!:
Enjoy; it was one of those moments I'll always remember so I thought I would share it with you guys.