The Owl Rescue
Sunday, November 29th, 2016 – 2:16 p.m.
As many of you that follow me on Instagram or Facebook already know, I had quite the day on Saturday. It began as most winter days begin, with me driving down a quiet road in the mountains looking for wildlife to photograph.
As it happened, I had a small film crew (more about that in a few paragraphs) with me and as we drove by what looked like an odd-shaped lump in a snowbank on the side of the road, the cameraman sitting in my front seat stared hard at it and said, “What’s that? It looked like an owl!”
I had already had my eye on the lump from a distance and had written it off as a bit of tree that had been deposited there by a snowplow, but indeed, as we drove by it and the cameraman made his remark, I clearly saw what appeared to be some type of owl sitting on the bank covered in frost.
I slammed on the brakes and did a quick u-turn to have a better look. Sure enough, it was a frost-enveloped great horned owl just sitting there on the bank at the edge of the road! Excitedly, I grabbed my 500mm lens and trained it on the frosty owl and started to fire off pictures. But right away, something seemed “off” about the situation. I stopped shooting and said to the cameraman, “Something’s wrong, it looks like it might be injured.”
|The owl was covered in ice and frost — right away, I knew something was wrong|
I got out of the car and slowly approached the owl. It didn’t even blink an eye until I got within five feet of it, at which point it suddenly opened its eyes wide and began to try to get away from me. It took a few staggered steps in the deep snow and then fell over onto its back and lay splayed upside down on the snow with its wings wide open. Instantly, I knew that it was seriously injured and that I had to do something to try to help it.
For those of you that have seen great horned owls before, they are not small birds. An adult great horned owl can be up to two feet tall and is equipped with massive, sharp talons and a ridiculously strong beak that can tear flesh off of bone. I raced back to my Pathfinder and started clearing space for the owl in the back. I then grabbed the only blanket I had and slowly approached the owl again. This time it managed to right itself for a second and hobble off a few feet in the snow, at which point I got a good look at what appeared to be a cut on its back. I eased in and slowly placed the blanket over the owl, then wrapped my arms around it tightly enough to know that it couldn’t pierce me with its talons. Then I carried it like a child to my car with only its face sticking out of the blanket.
It is an odd thing to hold a wild owl in your arms. I had never done it before, but it was a strange mix of euphoria and concern that swept over me as I placed it gently into the back of my vehicle on top of a bed of camouflage netting that I had laid down. I made sure the owl was still wrapped up safely, then closed the hatch.
The camera crew and I had to decide immediately what to do, and within seconds I made the call to get back into cell range as quickly as we could so that we could figure out who/where to take the owl to.
We jumped into our vehicles and started winding down the curvy gravel road towards civilization. After about ten minutes, I stopped for a quick check on the owl (we couldn’t see it from the front because it was tucked in behind my back seat). I popped open the hatch and was shocked to see the owl just sitting there on top of everything, completely unwrapped and out of the blankets, calming looking over at me as if it was totally normal for a great horned owl to cruise around in the back of an SUV. “Uh, OOOO-kay…” I quickly closed the hatch.
For the next half hour, we drove carefully along a few mountain roads, hit pavement, and finally, hit cell range. Two calls later, we were headed to the Calgary Wildlife Rehabilitation Society to drop off our owl.
We still had an hour to drive, so we started doing interviews (the small two-person camera crew with me has been following me around for a year making a web series that we will be releasing in January 2016 — stay tuned for all kinds of details I’ll be “exposing” about the show in the coming month!) about the adventure that had just fallen into our laps. We had started the morning hoping for a moose or big mule buck; we were ending it with an owl and a rescue mission!
As we turned on to the busy Trans-Canada Highway, we wrapped up the in-car interviews and almost immediately started hearing ‘sounds’ coming from the back. What kind of sounds? Well, the sort of sounds that might indicate that a great horned owl was feeling like it might start moving around, perhaps even flying around. Of course, as I had mentioned earlier, we couldn’t actually see what the owl was doing back there, so we just had to hope that we weren’t going to suddenly have an owl with a four-foot wingspan attempting to fly around in my Pathfinder while we were driving on a four-lane highway.
By the time we arrived at the rehab society, I was completely emotionally-invested in our ‘no-so-little’ owl. And when I opened my hatch to see it sitting there nonchalantly, I couldn’t help but think that he (she?) was going to make it. As a kid, I used to dream of saving wildlife and having my own pet [insert anything cool here]. Now here I was with an owl in the back of my vehicle about to deliver it to a wildlife rehabilitation center. The little kid in me couldn’t help but dream ahead to the day I would get to release the owl back to the wild and watch it fly away into the forest.
The wildlife tech at the rehab society graciously took the owl from me at the front door and listened to our two-minute account of finding the owl and thinking that it may have been hit by a car. She popped into the back with it and emerged a few minutes later to tell us that it did indeed have some lacerations on its left shoulder and that they would have an on-call veterinarian come in to take a look at the owl in the next day or two. She said she would let us know as soon as they knew what was going on.
And so now we wait. It’s been twenty-seven hours since we dropped her off (the tech confirmed that the owl is a female!) and the vet still has not had a chance to get by and examine her, though the person I just spoke to indicated that they expect the vet to be in later today.
In the meantime, I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a happy ending to all of this!
Monday, November 30th, 4:15 p.m.
I just got an email from the Executive Director of the society with an update on our beautiful owl. The veterinarian assessed her last night and she had severe lacerations and puncture wounds on her back consistent with an attack from a larger bird, likely an eagle. They put her under anaesthetic for surgery to repair the damage, but unfortunately she didn’t make it.
I don’t really have anything else to write at this point. I guess I’m just glad that we at least tried and that she died with people trying to help her, rather than freezing to death on the side of a road.
I wish this story had a happier ending. Sorry everyone.
Tuesday, December 1st, 11:35 a.m.
I’ve now had a day to digest the news and I wanted to thank the Calgary Wildlife Rehabilitation Society for doing everything they could to help our owl and for helping wildlife in the Calgary/Canmore/Banff area, in general. I think most of us take organizations like this for granted; so, if you’re feeling sad after reading this story, maybe you’ll consider looking up a wildlife rehabilitation society or center in your own area and making a holiday donation or volunteering your time (I donated $100 to the Calgary society on the spot on Saturday, so match me if you will!).
I’m also excited to announce that I have been invited back to the Calgary society with my small film crew to follow up on our story with some of the owls and hawks that they have there that are on the road to recovery. Stay tuned for a full episode (including footage that will melt your heart from this Saturday’s attempted rescue) in early 2016.
And finally, thank you to all of you for your comments of support on Facebook and Instagram during the rescue as I live-updated along the way. They were very much appreciated.
14 Comments on “The Owl Rescue”
ChristineDecember 1, 2015 at 7:08 pm
So sorry she couldn't be saved, John. I can imagine how you feel. You did the right thing, and it's a privilege that you were given the opportunity to help this wild creature. Hey, carry an empty box and blanket for any future possibility, as you're out in the woods so much, it could come again.
Carl MarshallDecember 1, 2015 at 7:40 pm
Good on you and your crew, John. That selfless act of caring for the owl may not have worked out the way you and the rest of us wanted but I really appreciate you sharing the story and most of all, reminding us there is a way any of us can help. My donation to the local wildlife rehab center is on the way, too – more because of this story than anything.
Cara BissonnetteDecember 1, 2015 at 8:19 pm
Aww.. I was sitting here reading your story and when I saw the update she didn't survive, I instantly felt so sad… but just think of what would have happened if you weren't there… she would have died out there all alone. What a truly amazing experience you had just being able to help her get somewhere safe and where she could get looked at. You're not only a wonderful photographer, but you have an immense heart too. Thank you for sharing this very touching story.
Gary GarskiDecember 1, 2015 at 8:19 pm
She will remember you, John. You did a very good thing. You cared. I have to think she will reward your efforts to rescue her, with something so magical and remarkable, in her next life, that it cannot be described in words. It will come when you least expect it, but it will be from her, to you. I bid you Peace.
Simone WheelerDecember 1, 2015 at 10:03 pm
I am sharing the same feeling as most of the readers… just got sad when I got to know that she didn't make it. I was already envisioning her flying back to the woods. You did a great job, John. Thanks for sharing your story.
George PayerleDecember 1, 2015 at 10:03 pm
John, you are a very good man. Thanks for this story.
AnonymousDecember 1, 2015 at 10:26 pm
I had a similar incident with a Prairie Falcon that didn't survive. I will suggest that they donate the remains to the nearest museum of natural history that can use it for a study specimen rather than dispose of it
Jon HuyerDecember 1, 2015 at 10:26 pm
John – Thanks for your efforts in attempting to save the owl and for sharing this story. I've matched your $100 donation to the CWRS. They do great work and are worth supporting.
AnonymousDecember 1, 2015 at 11:05 pm
Broke my heart at the end ..thank you all so much for all that you have done and all that you do to save injured and starving animals…also John i enjoy your photographs very much
Deb~Paxton Valley Folk ArtDecember 2, 2015 at 1:02 am
So very sad that that beautiful and magnificent owl didn't make it but thank you so much for caring and stopping to help her and to the wildlife rehab folks for doing their best as well. Wish that this story had a happy ending but life and nature can be cruel despite our heartfelt wishes to the contrary. I will be sure to stop at the Kamloops Wildlife Park next time I head to town to donate, thanks for sharing your story.
Linda ResenbeckDecember 2, 2015 at 5:39 pm
Yes, sometimes endings are sad. We can feel our actions were for nothing. Rest assured there was purpose. You cared. Hold that in your heart.
Patti EdwardsDecember 2, 2015 at 8:30 pm
I feel so very sorry that the pretty girl didn't make it, but I am also grateful that she did not, as you said, die freezing at the side of the road. Thank you, John, for caring.
perspacassidyDecember 3, 2015 at 12:55 am
I'm so sorry she didn't make it, but I'm sure she was grateful for the rescue. Nature is beautiful and cruel, as you see through your lens all the time. Thank you for taking the time to help the little lady and thanks for all your pictures and stories you share with us.
UnknownJanuary 4, 2016 at 11:32 pm
It is so sad that she didn't make it … at least you found her and was able to take her to shelter