JANUARY 20, 2010: Czar came home early evening from school holding a limp bundle of feathers wrapped in a towel. It was an owl. She looked pretty dainty, so I knew she was a girl. Her claws were curled like she had been in great pain. Her eyes were closed, and her body sagged as she seemed to have been knocked down unconscious. He said that one of the guards found it slumped on the road near the children's playground. Czar got it from him hoping that we could go find a vet in SM to repair whatever damage done to the poor bird. We thought the wild cats in the Brent School compound did it. Observing the unconscious bird, however, it had an even breathing.She surely had an injury, but I found no blood on her, aside from a fresh stain on her beak like she had just eaten. I put a dry towel on a shoe box then laid it there. The chill had set in so I put on the heater and covered the box so she would not be disturbed by the light. My 3 kids took turns takin...
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