Ξ September 28th, 2006 | → 10 Comments | ∇ Animal Stories, Costa Rica, Humor, Life in Costa Rica, Maria Luisa |
A couple of nights ago, Piro started to go crazy in the back yard. This in itself is not so strange as she is a nutty animal under the best of circumstances and can always find something to go crazy about, but this was about 1 AM on a nasty, cold and rainy night and that bore some checking out. ML went to the window and announced that “something big” was in the back yard. I figured she was talking about the pool. Those of you who have spend any time on this blog know that my dear wifey is prone to…emmm… exagerate things. I decided the bed was a better option.
So off she goes, mas o menos sin ropa, to the patio where she can get a better looksy. Next thing I hear is a scream to “come quick” and in her best Ricky Ricardo Spanish (way to fast for me to understand), that “there is something big and alive in the back yard”. Clearly, this was not the pool!
So off I dash (anybody still use the word dash?) to see what this is about. Well there WAS something out there in the rain and cold and it was 1. NOT happy with the dog’s attention and 2. Crawling toward a tree in the corner of the property.
Piro had found an owl (buho) who was evidently hurt or very sick.
ML ran for the camera while I tried to find a thick towel so I could capture it. I needed the towel because something clicked in my memory that owls have strong beeks, nasty claws and an unwillingness to be captured even by those humans with good intentions. Thank you Discovery Channel or Animal Channel!
ML and I got back to the yard just in time to see our owl make it to the piña bush. For those of you who know not a piña bush, they are a nasty little tree that has a ton of sticky things and when touched, can make you a very unhappy camper indeed.
The rain was coming harder, but we had little choice but to wait until morning and try to find it again.
One thing though… it appeared to be a baby and that made sleep all the more difficult.
At 5:30 next morning we were in the back yard. ML was convinced our baby owl had fled, but I was less sure as for the brief time I saw it, it appeared to have a broken wing, and our back yard is surrounded by a ten foot concrete wall that would not be negotiable without the ability to fly.
Sure enough, our owl was perched in a low tree, wet and not looking at all happy. I reached in and dropped a bath towel around her (him?), avinding the beek and claws. It seemed though that the owl was far more interested in being wrapped in a warm towel than fighting the big gringo. It did have a broken wing though, so I am sure that effected its flight or fight reaction.
We decided the best place to take a wounded bird was Zoo Ave.
Zoo Ave is an incredible zoo here in Costa Rica, but something very few tourists ever visit. The times I have been there, it was almost all Costa Rican visitors. This is a shame as Zoo Ave is a marvelous place covering 59 hectares of beautifully landscaped grounds. It is also a wildlife rescue center for injured wildlife.
It sports a HUGE bird collection (the largest in Central America) including numerous toucans, cranes, curassows, parrots, more than 100 other Costa Rican bird species. Zoo Ave is one of only two zoos in the world to display the amazing and resplendent quetzals. (See photo left. Click it to enlarge). There are also crocodile, deer, turtles, ostrich, tapirs, peccaries, pumas, and all the indigenous monkeys in large enclosures. Anyway… Back to the bird!
I had to wait a few hours for the zoo to open, so I decided to keep our little friend in the towel inside a laundry hamper in our closet where it would be dark, quiet and catless. However, when I later went to get her, she was GONE! This, of course, was impossible as it is a small walk-in closet. After 5 minutes of searching, I found her nestled in my shoe! Well I told you she was small! (that and I have big feet).
So I head out to Zoo Ave and meet up with Ingrid who looks exactly like someone sent over from Hollywood casting when a “zoo worker” was required). Our little owl was still all wrapped up in the towel, but undaunted, Ingrid just picks her up bare handed and the bird seemed delighted to just sit on her palm. It seems our owl was very sick indeed and thus not prone to biting. She also told me our little owl was not a baby, but a full grown adult! Ingrid told be they get hundreds of owls and other wild creature brought to the zoo every year.
I signed her over to the zoo which seemed odd, but Ingrid explained that after this little owl is all better (which she assured me was very likely), the bird will be reurned to our yard! Seems they always try to return any injured animal to the placed where it was found.
We are going to wait a while and call Ingrid to get an update. Cool story huh? More later!