I texted Owen yesterday afternoon to ask where the hell he was. He replied he was hitting campus, to take part in the great tradition of dumpster diving after the students leave town. I said ok, enjoy, because really....what else can you say? I checked in later and he said he'd found some things and would be home soon. Then Ernie's phone rang and it was Owen; he and his friend, Gaël, and I'm not sure who else, had found a gosling with a seemingly broken leg. Ernie got him calmed down while I searched for the number for the Wildlife Clinic. Ernie gave him the number, with the stern instruction, "Don't bring it home!"
He brought it home.
He rushed in the house yelling that he had called and it was closed and asked what should he do. I told him to get a box and a towel and a little bowl of water because I didn't know what else to say. He grabbed a basket we use for newspapers and dumped them out, grabbed a towel and some water and headed out to the garage where he had deposited the gosling (and I must note, we call the garage the Nest). I posted on Facebook saying, "now what?" and my friend Kathleen said to just call Vet Med Emergency and let them know we were coming in. Owen called and they were very kind, so he and Ernie headed over. I yelled, "TAKE SOME PICTURES." They came back an hour or so later and reportedly the people at the Wildlife Clinic were lovely and said they would take care of him.
He did NOT take pictures.
Always an adventure.
Oh, and on another note...Leo took the picture I'm using for the new header. It's Cyril on a country road.
My sweet peas.
I love those soft hearted boys.