358156 hp
At large, whereabouts unknown.
We had a visitor at work today. I opened the front door to be greeted by an indignant ball of feathers. My new friend is an American Kestrel, our smallest member of the falcon family. He was a fledgling with a problem, he couldn't fly yet. No flying, means no eating. So the visitor walks in the door an chooses a corner where he could keep an eye on everybody that might want to mess with a little bird. I recognized him as some sort of falcon, and called wildlife rescue, who passed me on to Raptor Rescue, and gave me phone numbers of volunteers who could help the bird, whom I named "Frightful" after the Peregrine Falcon in the old book "My Side of the Mountain".
A couple of phone calls later and this sweet little old lady drives up, puts on leather gloves and manages to snag Frightful and showed him to us and talked a little about him and his lifestyle. She asked up to keep out eyes open for other fledglings, since Kestrel eggs hatch every couple of days, we may see Frightfuls brothers or sisters. She asked me to keep her phone number, and call her if anymore show up. Then she whisked him away to a safe place where he will be fed and cared for until his feathers get long enough for him to fly. Then he'll be released into the wild to do falcon stuff.
A couple of phone calls later and this sweet little old lady drives up, puts on leather gloves and manages to snag Frightful and showed him to us and talked a little about him and his lifestyle. She asked up to keep out eyes open for other fledglings, since Kestrel eggs hatch every couple of days, we may see Frightfuls brothers or sisters. She asked me to keep her phone number, and call her if anymore show up. Then she whisked him away to a safe place where he will be fed and cared for until his feathers get long enough for him to fly. Then he'll be released into the wild to do falcon stuff.
