Kaw!
On Malin's way home from working out tonight, the fox spotted a crow hopping across the street. The way it was hopping seemed odd; most crows will hop for a bit and then take flight. This one just hopped. When it hopped up onto a grass verge, it began dragging one wing. Oh, no--injured. Malin briefly debated stopping, but the light changed and he was already driving on. It would be tough for one person to catch a crow which was, even though flightless, still fairly lively.
But when he got home and told Rolo about it, both of them kinda thought they should go back. So they drove back to the area and parked, and walked around looking for the crow. Rolo spotted it, against a wall. It managed to back itself into a corner and then escape from the corner, but after a few minutes of being chased around, it seemed to tire, and Malin got a towel around it. They brought it back to the house, where it slipped out of Rolo's paws and fluttered around, perching finally on a picture frame on the low table below the TV.
There it stayed. Croc suggested naming it Cameron, a good androgynous name that fits its species, and so Cameron it is known as henceforth. Cameron perched on the frame, watching the household eat dinner with a beady corvid eye, dripping one single drop of blood onto the picture frame, but then no more. The household felt that was an effective way of saying, "I'm injured--but not a lot." The wing seems to have full movement; together with the bleeding, that suggests a laceration or puncture wound. As long as it doesn't get infected, Cameron might have a speedier recovery than if he'd suffered a broken wing.
Cameron eventually dozed, falling off the back of the picture frame, and so Malin and Rolo put him into a towel-lined box with a water dish to await transportation to the Wildlife Center of Silicon Valley when they open at 9 am. Stay tuned for further developments...
But when he got home and told Rolo about it, both of them kinda thought they should go back. So they drove back to the area and parked, and walked around looking for the crow. Rolo spotted it, against a wall. It managed to back itself into a corner and then escape from the corner, but after a few minutes of being chased around, it seemed to tire, and Malin got a towel around it. They brought it back to the house, where it slipped out of Rolo's paws and fluttered around, perching finally on a picture frame on the low table below the TV.
There it stayed. Croc suggested naming it Cameron, a good androgynous name that fits its species, and so Cameron it is known as henceforth. Cameron perched on the frame, watching the household eat dinner with a beady corvid eye, dripping one single drop of blood onto the picture frame, but then no more. The household felt that was an effective way of saying, "I'm injured--but not a lot." The wing seems to have full movement; together with the bleeding, that suggests a laceration or puncture wound. As long as it doesn't get infected, Cameron might have a speedier recovery than if he'd suffered a broken wing.
Cameron eventually dozed, falling off the back of the picture frame, and so Malin and Rolo put him into a towel-lined box with a water dish to await transportation to the Wildlife Center of Silicon Valley when they open at 9 am. Stay tuned for further developments...