Nobody understands me…..

A summary: I HAVE to get off THE ISLAND! Drowning in marsh. Kayak rescue. Big orange thing that swims. The blue blanket, the box and the red gloves. Boat ride. Back in a tree. Jump out of tree for dinner since still can’t fly and my Big Sib is getting all the rats. Screeching all evening. Parents trying to get me to climb up. Dale trying to get me to climb up. I prefer the ground. I am so tired of screeching. I identify as a marsh owl not a wood owl. No one gets me. I am so hungry. No one will feed me. Dale can’t sleep. Gutted. It is very cold and raining. My parents are fed up. Dale keeps checking on me. My parents keep feeding my big sibling!  But nobody is feeding me! I have to learn to climb……Dale is offering a nice warm box in the outside shower but no rats…Nobody understands me….I…am…really…really…hungry…

After an uneventful Sunday on The ISLAND,  and an early Monday morning check on MiniMe, I (Dale) am feeling more confident that MiniMe is truly doing OK on The ISLAND…BUT.

But I am not totally convinced. I just have this weird feeling. So I decide on a mid afternoon break and take a walk through the garden, along the marsh, check out the island, looking, listening. Something is not right.

I walk out my neighbor’s dock a bit further. OMG! This cannot be happening.

uh oh.
Uh oh. This can’t be good…

 

I am in big trouble here
I am in big trouble here

 

Tide is coming in, can't get back to high ground
Tide is coming in, can’t get back to high ground. It will soon be up to my beak…

I am stunned. MiniMe for some mysterious reason has decided to abandon The ISLAND. It is caught between the creek and high tide flooded spartina grass. It is too deep, the marsh grass too flimsy and its wings are too wet and too heavy. Talk about up the creek without a paddle….

But wait…I have a paddle! I call my husband, Scott. I don’t even know if he is home. He answers. He tries to reason with me. Intervention v Interference. Please, please come here quick. He does. He takes one look at MiniMe’s predicament and one look at my face and St. Scott goes home for the kayak. I run for the box, the blanket, the red gloves and a towel. Seems like a towel might be necessary.

I have no idea how this is going to work. My kayak is the float on top variety. Scott is taking  photos.

Looks like my foster parent
Thank goodness! Just in time! My foster parent, Dale, is coming with the box, the red gloves and a HUGE ORANGE looking thing!?!

 

i should probably just get in without a fuss
I should probably just get in without a fuss…

 

I complied
I complied…

 

So embarrassing. Kind of like that squirrel thing. My tide clock was off a bit too...
So embarrassing. Kind of like that squirrel thing. My tide clock was off a bit too…

 

Too bad my foster parent cannot fly as well as she can paddle
Getting back to dry land
Almost  back to dry land

 

Getting ready to go back in a tree

 

I can barely hang on. I really wanted to be a marsh owl.
Drying out and feeling better
Drying out and feeling a  little better…

 

Even my petticoat is getting fluffy again
Even my petticoat is getting fluffy again

 

My big sib is just sitting there watching, right above me!
My big sib is just sitting there watching, right above me!

This is hard to see but if you look closely, St. Scott and I have placed MiniMe just below its big sibling. Lately we have been calling it Big Foot. (?)

Big Foot is right overhead above me
Big Foot is right overhead above me

 

But, well, I don’t stay in the tree….

PS This is why Dale never gets a chance to catch up on her blog, or cook dinner, or do laundry (and she has a ton of muddy clothes), or go get her hair cut and colored, or do her real, paying job, or vacuum. I think there’s lots of marsh grass and stuff on her floors….Her human mother even asked if Dale was deliberately letting her hair go gray!?!

It’s all my fault….

To be continued…

 

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3 thoughts on “Nobody understands me…..”

  1. Dale, you are amazing! I, as I am sure many, are following this story with baited breath for the next installment! This little owlet, MiniMi is quite the full time job. I agree with all of the help and intervention you have given in aid to this baby creature. No doubt, she will go on to have a long life because of your efforts. The pictures are incredible and your commentary is rivieting! Thank you for all you are doing for this baby owl. May God offer you a special star in your crown for your love and devotion to His creature!

  2. All right, that’s it Dale – you and Scott MUST join the Center for Birds of Prey as our Raptor Re-Nesting Specialists! Great rescue…again!

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